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[froggiequarium]

non!mc being seen by li's best friends series

part i - jeremiah greyson & gideon (romantic)

part ii - luke+kieran & thomas (platonic)

ask (clarification on thomas portion !)

part iii - jealousy (xavier zayne caleb)

part iii v2 (rafayel sylus)

part iv (xavier zayne caleb)

part iv v2 (rafayel sylus)

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divider - cafekitsune

[april-likes-smut]

Wanna be sisters (?) 🍎🍷🌊🌟❄️👑🧁

Last updated: 28 oct 2025

Synopsis: Just your regular reincarnation story, or is it? What happens when MC, the one the universe of LaDS revolves around, suddenly becomes obsessed with you? And how will this affect the love interests?

Characters: MC, Y/n, Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus and Zayne (polycule heaven).

Warnings: This is a NSFW series so MDNI! There is/will be FxF and MxM action here and there.

✨Individual warnings on every chapter✨

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | Ch.6 | Ch.7 | Ch.8 | Ch.9 | Ch.10 | Ch.11 | Ch.11.5 | Ch.12 | Ch.13 | Ch.14 | Ch.15 | Ch.16 | Ch.17 | Ch.18 | Ch.19 | Ch.20 | Ch.21 |

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Followers Master List

Followers Love Interests

Able to embed cursed energy into objects, she possesses the unique power to transform ordinary items into formidable artifacts that attract and command followers bound by the dark energy. Each object she infuses gains a life of its own, becoming a vessel for her will and a source of influence in the cursed realm.

This is a Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen x reader. Everyone is an adult in this fanfic.

Crossposted on Quotev and AO3!

Last Updated: 08/25/2025

Chapters: 59/?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 0.5

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Satoru Gojo's Ending

Suguru Geto's Ending

Kento Nanami's Ending

Takuma Ino's Ending

Shiu Kong's Ending

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[april-likes-smut]

Self Aware Love interest Series

Synopsis: The Li becomes sentient and decides to come to your world.

Warnings: This is a NSFW series so MDNI! / The ‘extra’ is my interpretation of a dark version of the Li.

!Self-aware Caleb! 🍎 part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

mdni / nsfw (masturbation, cunnilingus, manipulation, baby trapping, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, !darkCaleb)

!Self-aware Sylus!🍷 part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

mdni / nsfw (masturbation, manipulation, angst, cunnilingus, dom/sub relationship, cockwarming, creampies, semi-public sex, blowjob, breeding kink, worshipping, !darkSylus)

!Self-aware Rafayel! 🌊 part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

mdni / nsfw (masturbation, manipulation, cunnilingus, p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public deepthroating, somnophilia, cnc?, !darkRafayel)

!Self-aware Xavier! 🌟 part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

mdni / nsfw (masturbation, manipulative bunny, cunnilingus, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cnc, somnophilia, choking, semi-public deepthroating, !darkXavier)

!Self-aware Zayne! ❄️ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

mdni / nsfw (masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, p in v)

!Self-aware MC! 👑 part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra | eXXtra

mdni / nsfw (manipulation, possessive and obsessive behavior, gaslighting, sexual coercion, cockwarming, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, deepthroating, p in v, baby trapping?)

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sukuna fucking you in a headlock !

it’s brutal the way he’s got you. one massive arm locked around your throat, his thick and bulky bicep digging into the sides of your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. your vision hazes every time he drags you back against his chest, body jerking from the force of his cock spearing into you from behind. sukuna doesn’t just fuck—he wrecks, and you’re folded right into it, drooling, whining, and clinging to his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping you from shattering.

“f-fuck, sukuna—aaahhh! s’too much—” your voice breaks off into a cry, guttural and needy, when his hips slam forward again, heavy balls smacking up against your soaked pussy. your words come out messy, whiny, punctuated by the wet slap of your bodies colliding.

he snarls against your ear, lips grazing your temple, voice low and sharp like he’s carving the words into your skin. “shut up and take it. you love how deep i’m in you—don’t you, slut?”

your throat strains against his arm, strangled moans spilling out with every brutal thrust. “y-yeah—! oh my goood—yesss, fuck—so deep, ’kunaaa!” the veins in his forearms pop as he squeezes tighter, pulling you back so hard your spine arches, ass cheeks bouncing against his pelvis. his big cock drags through you raw, fat head bullying past your walls like it owns you, every push harder than the last. slick gushes down your thighs, dripping messily, the squelch loud in the air.

“listen to you—squealin’ on my cock like a whore. can feel your cunt squeezing around me.” his tone is mocking, hot, but not cruel—like he’s reveling in how perfectly you’re falling apart on him. “i’m gonna fuck the air outta your lungs if you keep cryin’ like that.”

“c-can’t—hahhh—can’t stop—fuck, ’k-kuna, you’re splitting me open!” you sob, face twisted against his forearm as tears bead at the corners of your eyes. every thrust is mean, angled deep, his cock dragging across that spot inside you until your thighs tremble uncontrollably. he growls, rutting in harder, chest vibrating against your back. “good. that’s my girl. cry all you want—your pussy’s milking me like it’s never letting go.”

your cries turn into high-pitched, desperate wails, voice breaking each time his hips smack against you. “ahhh! 'kuna—fuckfuckfuck, i-i’m gonna cum—don’t stop, please don’t stop! hnnnghhhh!!” he chuckles darkly, flexing his bicep against your throat until you’re gasping, seeing stars, his cock pistoning into you like he’s set on rearranging everything inside. his mouth drags over your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “cum on it. make a mess all over my cock while i fuck this tight hole raw.”

and you do, body convulsing, clamping down hard around him as you sob out his name, nails digging into his arm while his thrusts only get filthier, wetter, nastier. sukuna fucks you right through it, rutting deep, cock stretching you so wide you swear you can feel him in your guts.

the headlock tightens one last time, your vision blurring at the edges as he slams in your battered pussy with a growl. “that’s it. take every inch—take it all, fuuuck.”

the room is nothing but your wrecked, whiny moans and his cock pounding into you like he’s never gonna let you go.

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[tonycries]

SUGAR.

Synopsis. How he reacts when you joke about a séx ban? FeraI.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, séx bans, they go feraI, manhandIing, headIocks, rough s, p sIapping, DESPERATE JJK men, marathons, creampíes, pushing it back in, true form Sukuna, dp, slight oraI (fem rec.), pùssydrùnk men, begging, GOJO’S POWERS, matíng presses, they’re mean, Shiu cameo, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. SUGAR ON MY- TONGUE-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Second opinion?

“What’s that, mama?” Toji’s sleazy grin only stretches at your babbled answer, more whines than words by now.

“Toji—mmpf!”

And without warning- without even a shred of hesitation, he spanks his rugged fingertips down onto your teary slope. Forcing the wetness of your core to let off the loudest slurp, “Hm? I can’t hear you over the sound of these pretty lips. Y’know, the ones who’d never suggest a tch- ban.”

There it was - that lil’ joke that’d gotten you into this mean headlock in the first place.

You’d wanted to find out how long it’d take for your husband to crack - and onward passed an hour, two, six until Toji’s chiselled abs were against your back, his beefy forearm crushing your throat. Rutting. 

You try to gurgle out a plea but he’s already pounding it back in with his roverin’ red tip. “What’s thaaat? Now I can’t hear ya over the sound of you, heh, finishing.”

What…? 

You shuffle as if you were about to whirl around, “What do you m- oh.”

Your fuzzy mind sparks with the realization that you were close- and Toji had noticed it right before you did. 

Had used his forearm to bend you back into the most perfect arch, had swabbed his veiny cock straight into your most tender orifice. He’s mapped out your every nook n’ cranny so well that Toji bruises your g-spot dead-on.

Making white-hot sparks burst behind your eyes, “I-I’m cum-ngh–ing.” You’re left shaking all prettily as the full force of pleasure washes over you.

“See now, if we were on a sex ban then who’d make you- fuuuuck- cum like this?”

Creaming ‘round his thrusting shaft- and he’s just so vicious with his cadence. You’re cumming and he’s fucking you through it perfectly. Pump after solid pump that applies pressure against your ass, leaving your limp body collapsing down onto the pillows-

“Ah ah.” With only a surprised grunt, Toji suddenly uses the hand on your throat to lift you clean off of the dampened mattress.

Your slick thighs against his, his curly black happy trail scratchin’ your back. Barely even a lewd doggy position right now, you were being fully supported by him. 

He wasn’t done just yet.

One of his muscular legs hike up to gluing against the side of your hips, letting the changed angle maze his swollen, wet cocktip even deeper. “See, doll?” The pure primal stretch just feels so sinful that your mouth can’t help but water- and Toji can’t help but raise his free hand to push the wads of saliva back in. “See? Heh, sloppy girl, that’s all that ngh- talk about a sex ban coming outta ya.”

He was just so mean. You throw your head back against his plush pecs n’ whine, “It was a- fuck! It was a joke, Toji—”

“Oh? A- fuck, joke was it?” Gruffly, he flexes his biceps until your airway’s being seized. Feeling each winding vein on his forearm press up against you, “Well m’not laughing, mama? Are you laughing?”

He wasn’t asking you.

He was rudely piercing you with a particularly hard buck, snickering at the lecherous sound of his ballsack slamming against your swollen pussylips. You were just so needy and so was he. “Heh, nope.” Toji pops the ‘p’, watching your eyes roll all the way back to your head. “Not laughing at all. You’re just bein’ fucked silly.”

And you’d be more offended if he wasn’t so fucking right.

Those six hours were enough for him to grow greedy. To grow almost…animalistic. 

He fucked you like he didn’t even want you to think of some stupid ban, brushing against all your sweetest spots in only a way that he could. 

The thoroughly veined underside of his shaft slips against your crevices and makes you moan, at such a pretty pitch that he can’t get enough of. “I-hck! I am- I am I am, it just feels so, ngh, good.” 

Can’t stop himself from manhandling you further back into his ripped front. Shaggy bangs falling over his darkened eyes as he stares down at your cross-eyed expressions. “‘Good’ huh?” Smack! Another one of his spanks plant down on your dripping pussy, the vibrations making your ears pop. “Wasn’t this the same hah- girl o’ mine who threatened a fucking sex ban? Where’s she, huh?”

“Don’t- would hck! never-” You’re hiccuping, waist starting to grind back into his in hypnotizing figure eights. And Toji himself gets a good grip on your ass cheeks to help you maneuver, “Don’t wan’ a sex ban, Toji-”

Teasing, “Hmmm, wonder if I can trust that?”

“P-please–!” Suddenly panicked as he playfully slows down his drilling, just the flared ridge of his tip now bashing in your nerves. 

He’s able to control himself to merely toy with your sultry cunt for a few strokes before reverting back to his out-of-control pace. Back to slashing the spongy end of your cervix with his swollen globe, it was just too adorable how he could get you to eat your words. Too adorable when you were like this. “Please what?”

“No more sex- sex ban-” Babbling away, your eardrums ring after the constant rhythm, your velvety walls clench. “Please! Promise I won’t ngh- joke about that again, just don’t stop- ngh.”

“You won’t?”

“I won’t–!”

Loooong, scouring jackhammers that web all of your insides in creamy pre. “Good.” And yet, he’s still letting his sloppy drags falter just a tad. 

He’s letting you mewl in impatience for a moment- swiftly reaching over for something on top of your shared bedside drawer. And only then do you realize that incessant sing-song noise in your ears wasn’t just from the sheer raw force of his thrusts. It was because of Toji’s ringtone.

Gasping, you swivel your head back and squint at his phone, and - most importantly of all - the flashing contact name upon the screen—Shiu.

Just in time to watch as Toji’s thumb twiddles on top of the sliding button to answer. Just about to click. “But maybe we should get a, heh, second opinion on that?” Just about to show off. 

“Oh.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Too much.

“Is it too much, my love?” Nanami’s hushed tone departs in a gasp, slow n’ sensual.

And that’s exactly how he’s arching his toned hips ever-so-slightly, feeding your weepy cunt with just a few more of his fat inches. He was just too big- damn near nine inches, the rotund crown of his shaft stretched you out torturously perfectly. 

Your husband leans his handsome face in to kiss away a few of your tears, grunts shattering at the back of his throat when he sinks in deeper with a sluuurp. “You hafta hah- speak t’me, darling.” He swabs his thick thumb down to press on your clit, like a button. “Tell me what you want. This pretty pussy can’t be speaking for the both of you now, can it?”

“I-I know—” You’re managing to whine out, half-drunk on the pure stretch. You glide your fingers through his tawny locks, “It’s just too- fuck! too good- t-too big, I should put you on a sex ban for my sanity, Kento.”

“Mhmmm, we can do that.” 

“Oh- I was jok-”

“But I don’t want to wear you out tonight, my love.” With a final, sweet peck he’s motioning himself to move off from on top of you. “I’ll get on that- right-”

And you catch the exact moment that Nanami’s voice warbles, the exact moment that he’s humpin’ his hips back. The rugged lines of his cock grazing down your slick, slick walls in an attempt to pull out of you- and you catch the exact moment that he breaks.

That he’s feeling your cushy innards clench with a squelch, and Nanami throws his head back with a groan. “F-fuck-” He’s unintentionally hissing, feeling all your cute insides gobble him back up greedily. “Hah, you have to- to let me pull if you’re planning on a sex ban-”

And it’s just too sexy to watch as the ever-sensible, ever-stoic Nanami Kento breaks apart on your honeyed cunt. So you can only flutter your eyes up with a pout, “So pull out then—”

“I will- I will.” He’s rasping, sounding like it’s more to convince himself than you. With two hands planted upon both sides of your head, Nanami reels his elongated length backwards and sweats. A slippery bead of perspiration that formulates at his temple and drips down, “I’ll have to…to get of now-”

You’re affirming. “Mhm—” Smirking, you loop your legs tighter ‘round his sculptured waist. 

“I have to move- now-” 

And it’s a sex ban. A sex ban means that there should be no sex, right? Right? So why was it so fucking hard for Nanami to completely ease out? 

Letting the thick, reddened tip of his shaft sag against your entrance, pryin’ apart your saturated folds. “And I will after one- one more thrust.” Moaning after a rough jackhammer that drives his tough v-line against your inner thighs. 

Nanami’s loooong cock probes right into the syrupy bottom of your pussy and leaves his leaking tip raw. He’s just so gone on the slamming sensation that he gasps- he pants. “M-maybe two more-” Back arching forwards, abs crushing against your front. Your poor cunt gets pummelled with not one, not two- but three more vicious jackhammers. “I need to stop, maybe I just can’t…count.”

“You can’t- fuck- count, Ken?” Just that drunk on your pussy, he doesn’t think he could recall his very own name by now if you asked.

But Nanami only nods fervently, running one hand of his down your front with adoration. If you thought the primal stretch before was too much, then you certainly weren’t ready for the feeling of him pushing down on your stomach while he nearly bottomed out.

Grunting, “Count- m-maybe if you count then I’ll be able to pull out-”

“M-me? Oh, fuck. One-” The tables are turning so rapidly- he doesn’t give you the time to think on it, doesn’t even give you time to breathe before spanking your swollen folds with the entirety of his bulky base. 

“Good. Good…” Nanami strangles out whilst he punctures your womb with yet another slash of his erection. He hisses, “And this one—?”

“Two—” With your eyelids scrunching shut, you’re being faced with yet another pressurized thrust. Your husband’s prolonged tip brushing your cervix- so hard that he’s recoiling back with a whack. Barely even a thrust - more of a mere half-thrust that he can’t control. That he can’t stop.

That he’s pushing n’ pushing into the deepest depths of your cunt, Nanami anchors his feet firmly on the mattress and repeats. “Three-” Again, a rapid, ruined rut that feels more animal than man. “Four- five- six.‘

“Fuck!” He barks into your agape mouth, only just now dawning with the realization that he was held hostage on your dewy wet cunt. “Eight- ten.”

“K-Kentooo—you’re counting wrong, too.”

And you’re pathetically letting your maw hang open- perfect for him to mindlessly leer his pursed lips forwards and spit. A wettened bead of liquid that you swallow- and that makes his eyes widen. “Oh, fuck.”

He was completely stuck. He doesn’t think he could pull out even if he wanted to.

He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing once he snaps the meaty upper part of his body down, down, down to press his forehead to yours. Your legs on his shoulders, your drivelling cunt filled up to the brim. 

Your husband had you in a damn sloppy mating press after all the agonizing thrusts that you’d clamped him all through. And right now he doesn’t ask if it’s too much, he doesn’t ask how many more rutting hammers it would take- “How- hah, how about…”

“Yes- ngh, yes?” You’re blinking up blearily at him, the taste buds on your tongue crackling with scorching saliva. 

And he only leans in and licks up the sprinkling droplets by the corners of your mouth, “How about a sex ban after…I get you pregnant, darling?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - CHIT-CHAT

“A sex ban?” Geto seethes, he fumes out his scorching breath until you whimper. And there’s a sort of mad tinge in his voice- something tremoring, something dark. “A fuckin’ sex ban because my girl got jealous?”

Well, it was a joke. Sort of…

It wasn’t your fault that he’d simply paid too much attention to your treacly cunt, whispering sweet nothings between your legs. 

It wasn’t your fault that you got just a little restless, threatening a sex ban when he got a bit too pussydrunken. 

And it wasn’t your fault that he’s manhandling your trembly legs further up his shoulders, plunging his bulging tip deep into your cervix. Making you let off a few slurps that leave him nodding, “Mhm–and of her own fuh-fucking pussy too, can you imagine—” So mean. So strong- your squirmin’ body’s being pulled straight back into his by a hand on your throat. And you staunchly refuse to spit a word. “Well, if you don’t wanna talk t’me then…”

In a split-second, you’re being flipped over like a mere ragdoll. Geto hastily leaning his head over to spit—a glittery wad of spit that drips down the back of your folds. 

With a snicker at the way you shiver, he runs one of his knobbly thumbs down your slit and swirls it ‘round and ‘round. Making such a mess of the liquidy coating on top, you’re whimpering- “O-oh fuck, just like that-”

“Ah ah, not talking to me, remember?” Mockingly, Geto shakes his head with a tut. Pressing on your clit so that you’d purposefully start dripping all down his dexterous wrist, “At least she hasn’t banned me just yet- heh.”

You furrow your brows, “Y-you- Suguru, you’re so-”

“What?” Spank! The crowned circle of his shaft swats your entrance, gluing your hole shut with a few sprays of precum. And before you know it, Geto’s sinking innnn.

He’s pryin’ apart your soppy walls by sticking in his solid inches- “I can’t hear you-” When you start babbling, he bucks in just a bit deeper so that your pussy cries out once more. “Oh? Handsome?”

“Wh-what-”

“Isn’t that what you oh- said?” Tilting his head down with a grin, the inky tendrils of Geto’s hair tickles your spine as he makes you arch-arch-achhhh. Deeper so that his curvaceous girth can bully inside- “Handsome, huh?” Almost proving his point, the newer intrusions still make such lewd noises. “Why thank you, gorgeous. And what else—?”

Clawing at the sheets- he bumps the fragile area of your g-spot and you find your hand shooting out to clutch at the headboard.

Something that Geto has the audacity to pry apart with his own fingers and press a lingering kiss on the back of your hand. Thwack—the friction of skin-on-skin still makes your puffy folds slurp. “Kind, too, huh? Oh you, mmm, flatter me.”

“F-fuck off-”

“Huhhh, another compliment?” Pretending like the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame was too loud for him to hear, he burrows his cock so sloppily into your womb. “Louder, gorgeous.”

You whimper, “S-such- an-” Voice utter shrills after each thump upon thump of his rovering cock, proudly filling up every crevice. Deeper. “Such-”

Faster. “S-s-such—?”

Harder. “-an asshole!”

“Undeserving of a sex ban?” He doesn’t even know how he managed to say those words without any warbles, because it’s followed by a jackhammer of his hips so hard that Geto’s entire pelvis turns red. So hard that his bulging tip swells even bigger. So hard that he’s crushing your poor frame underneath his weight and pounding you straight into the bedsprings. 

Until your jaw permanently unfastens, until your chin slicks with so much cockdrunken saliva that it drenches the satin pillow underneath. “No- yes.” Geto grins at your lil’ conundrum. “Don’t wanna sex ban- please, ngh, want more, Suguru.”

“Heh, don’t think I need to hear from a ngh- girl who pretended she herself could handle a fucking sex ban.”

He’s just so mean. Pouring out creamy precum into each of your tiniest orifices until you’re all webbed up, such a carnal sensation that you can feel your thighs start to tremble like a leaf. “B-but I’m so close-”

“Let’s ask her, hm?”

Purposefully, Geto’s flared mushroom tip rubs up n’ down your bruised g-spot. And he takes in each tear, each broken noise, each clench as you edge closer to that lecherous high. Squelch after squelch. 

Your boyfriend was just too good at wrecking you from the inside, leaning over till your spine grates against his washboard abs. “She says you’re cumming.” With a grunt one of his hands pull back on your clammy scalp- just so that he can take in your pretty, pretty expression. “My girl says she’s cumming.”

“Yes-” Sparks shoot from between your legs, like electricity each time he runs his vein-covered cock raw on your walls. “Please please please- m’so close-”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

Only a few more vulgar thrusts of his, building up n’ up until your entire body was shaking. His meaty thighs were now permanently glued to the backs of yours, scouring cockhead bashing your velvety innards. 

You feel Geto’s happy trail lick up your back, his pointed tip pinpointing your exact g-spot- stirrin’ around in a pattern that almost feels like a heart. And you think you might just-

“Upsy daisy–”

Squelch-squelchhhh—both that noise and your yelp of displeasure are the only things ringing in your ears by now. Because Geto doesn’t let you cum - he lets you wallow right by the edge of your peak, pulling his thick cock out in mere seconds.

“I’ll tell you what’s stopping you.” The underside of his shaft spanks your pussy with a wet splat! “Heh, what? You thought I was going to be ngh- nice to you after that? Awww, my poor baby—-” Crooning, he then reaches a hand underneath to press up on your stomach. Up and up creating pressure as Geto’s fat, strawberry-shaded tip slips back in. “That’s what you get, greedy girl.”

“B-but I was so…” Weakly, you can barely even speak through your tears- ones that Geto readily cranes over to lick up the salty sweetness. 

“B-b-but—” Teasing in such dramatically high octaves, he kisses you - only to spit a gluey wad of spit between those swollen lips. “Now tell me why you deserve to cum before I put a sex ban on you~”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Sooo anxious…

It was after hours upon hours of Choso fucking you like he was crazed, after you’d jokingly imposed some ‘sex ban’ purely out of worry for his wellbeing. His neediness.

When he found himself cuddled up to you- your back to his ripped front, his overworked cock against your ass cheeks. All soft n’ sensual until- “Choso-” You whisper, feeling the bedsheets rustle with movement.

And oh, was it movement.

You could feel his plump cock swell in size at merely the sound of your voice saying his name. His harsh abs pressing ever-closer as he drags the tip-top of his shaft down your leaking slit. “Choso, ngh- are you okay, baby?”

“My baby…” Fuck, he sounded breathless already. Dribbling wet pre down the inner parts of your legs, you already had his creamy cum slicked to your thighs in a sheen and this was only making everything worse. 

Choso ruts like an animal- until his bulging tip was sticking between your sensitive folds and he finds himself holding back utter tears. “Oh, baby, you don’t understand. You’re driving me mad.”

“Don’t tell me you want to go al-ngh- already?” You’re panting out in pure shock, “Cho, you were cumming dry only minutes ago-”

“And I promise it won’t happen again.” He sounded so serious- so tautly wound up as if the constant rubbin’ in circles around your wet entrance was shattering whatever was left of his sanity. Whatever was left of his self-control. “I know- I know I know I have a hck! sex ban but…”

And Choso can’t even finish his damn sentence given the way your first tight ring of muscle tries to clench - around nothing.

You’re watching in pure awe at the way this makes your poor boyfriend bite back a sob- wanting to soothe your heated cunt as soon as possible. You swivel your head back further simply to take in the pretty right of him - lips puffy n’ pouted, dark lashes heavy with tears, cock aching. 

Rock-hard.

So you’re running your hands through his sweaty, silky hair with a slight coo—“Aww, fine.” Holding back a giggle once his breath catches - you’d broken him. “The sex ban’s over, Ch- oh.”

Without even finishing your sentence- suddenly you’re being spearheaded by all eight thick inches of Choso’s ravenous cock. He doesn’t even hesitate, stretchin’ out your every tender orifice until you were yelping-

“Don’t move.” Before you can even blink, your squirming hips are being put in place. One of his strong legs hooks over your body, pinning your ass against his pelvis as his length fills you up desperately. Blissfully. It’s as if Choso Kamo breaks just as soon as he found himself between those pretty legs of yours. Tears flowing, smooth baritone cracking. “Don’t move, I’m gonna hngh! Fuck, just being inside you makes me wanna c-cum.”

“But I need to- oh, you’re so big, Cho—” Keening, your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head at the raw, primal stretch. He was just so big that no matter how many times you took him, it always made your thighs tremble n’ your folds ache.

“Then- then…” Without warning, instead he’s slowly pryin’ apart your bloated pussylips with one thumb. Pushing inside the wads of cum that’d started to spray out of you, “How about this- because I can’t- oh. After so long, I can’t-”

‘After so long’ - it had only been minutes into a sex ban. Close to tears at this point, Choso was just rutting and rutting and rutting. Barely even thrusts- mere, mindless bucks that shoved half his length inside you.

You were so tight that it was like heaven to have him shaping your walls, snagging on each vein zig-zagging down his shaft. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, m’still so sensitive.”

“M-me too-” He chokes out, but he sure wasn’t acting like it.

Because Choso didn’t even need to scour the edge of your cervix to start drilling into you like he was maddened. Hard. Fast. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and his palm slides down your tummy to feel for himself. 

Your boyfriend gasps once he feels the plummeting bump of his rotund cockhead, and presses down. “Don’t think I ever wan’ a sex ban a-again, baby.” He moans, “Never ever- not when I pump you all full like this. Doesn’t matter if I b-break myself-”

“You’re so greedy, baby—” And you can only whine and whine, letting his vicious hips tenderize your back. He was still stuffin’ himself inside just to reach your very end- 

And it takes one, two, three entire thrusts for his thick, ruby-red globe to finally scrape the target of your cervix. For him to snap his bulged eyes open at the realization that he’d finally bottomed out- and for Choso to cum.

Just from the feeling of having his long, pretty cock being sheathed by your cunt.

You’re dripping wet syrup all ‘round him- and he’s just piling onto it. White, stringy wads of cum that pour out of him like a fountain, “F-fuck! Choso, again?”

And if that wasn’t enough, he had one palm still stuck to your front. Pushing down with each knot of seed being fucked right into you, webbing up your poor insides. Again and again and-

“Again-” Choso sputters, and for a second you think he’s answering your previous question. 

That is, until his handsome face removes from its hiding place at your throat, and looks down at the seeping puddle of sap gluing to your thighs below. And something in his expression darkens- “What a waste. Now we hafta go a-again, baby…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “WHAT?!”

You shouldn’t have tested the king of curses.

You shouldn’t have - because the moment some utter nonsense about a ‘sex ban’ leaves your mouth, Ryomen Sukuna gawks. He grins as if you’d just told the funniest joke humanly possible. 

And he was grinning for the first hour, the first night, all the way up until the second night. When Sukuna’s mouth wasn’t smiling any longer, but the cursed one slashed across his abs was. All pearly canine teeth on display, the slimy expanse of his second tongue slashing outwards.

He was in control. Sukuna’s letting his lavish taste buds slither up your thighs, pushing your panties just to the side so that he can pry apart your puffy folds. Trying to push its way in-

He was…

“F-fuck, Kuna—” You’re shaking out, legs fallin’ further apart so that he can knock his tongue against your neglected clit. 

…definitely not in control. 

“What?” The King gruffs out from beside you, arms crossed stubbornly as if his second gluttonous maw wasn’t just making a complete n’ utter mess of you right now. “Whaddaya want now, spoiled human?”

The lecherous tip of his tongue was just glued to your orifice by now, poking in and out teasingly. Just the way that drove you frenzied with need, bucking up in constant jerks for more, more, more—“I-I wan’ your cock, hngh.”

“You said you wanted a sex ban, brat. You can have one. I can’t control what this thing does.” And as if to prove his point, his tongue gives a punishing spank down onto your perky clit. The devious smirk that breaks across both his mouths is enough to send shivers down your spine. A coral pink brow raises at you smugly, “Unless ya wanna take me yerself.”

He was just teasing. He was just toying with your greedy sanity, drivin’ you further and further up the wall with the mean flicks of his tongue. 

And it’s with a controlled huff that you find yourself getting up onto unsteady limbs. Watching as Sukuna’s sleazy expression distorts into something of shock- you somehow manage to clamor yourself up onto his upper body.

Thighs surrounding his bulky waist, your teary slit kissing the top of his cock. 

Your dominant hand presses between his two cushy pecs pushing the king down, grumbling. “F-fine then.”

He beams up at you - something sinful. “F-f-fuck me, then.”

And you’re just too cute when you act like you can take his dual, rock-hard cocks without any help. Your hips quiver as you’re shufflin’ yourself down inch by agonizing inch, letting the massive circumferences of his lengths stretch you wide open. 

A few of his prominent veins scrape along your softest insides and make you shiver, “See?” Jutting your lower lip out into a pout that makes his crowned cocktips flinch inside of you. “I can take it-” Jerk after jerk that has him bullyin’ apart your walls to squeeze him deeper. “I can- oh, ngh.”

“Haaaa? Yeah, you’re takin’ me, huh, mama?” Rudely, he’s spanking the side of your ass cheeks and that makes you slip your stumbling way further down. And Sukuna has to fight to keep out the crackling moans that try to seep their way into his tone- fuck, why did you have to feel so damn good? “Atta girl. What happened to- hah, to that sex ban, huh? Can’t resist The King- can you, mama?”

“Sh-shut up-” You can’t say anything more- not with the way that his sheer size was filling your mind completely.

Sex ban? What sex ban? The only thing that was ringing throughout your mind was the primal ache of his spearheading cockheads. Thick, globular tip swabbing aside your tightest folds, Sukuna makes you sob with a tunnelling buck. “Heh, s’alright, brat. I get it, this pussy’s just- ngh, weak f’me.” 

“S-s’just your cocks-”

“Just my cocks, hm?” One of his clawed digits drag up the front of your stomach, its honed point dangerously tracing the pathway of his massive cylindrical outlines. “My cocks that are all the way- hngh-” Pressing down on the bumpy ridge of where he was hitting your cervix, “-here. Think you could ever suffer through a sex ban w’me?”

“You were the one wh-who broke it first—” And just on time, his greedy neglected taste buds were rovering ‘round the outside of your pussy. Drinking up each drip-drip-drip of syrupy slick like his very own faucet, “Your tongue is- ngh, the one who- fuck.”

Rolling his cocky crimson eyes, he breaks off your cockdrunken babbling with a thorough few thrusts. Letting the bashin’ away of his crowned tips dig into your womb, “As if, who can you stay without me.” “Isn’t that right? Huhhh? Couldn’t stay away from your king- from my- oh, f-fuck.”

And all it takes is for a singular, soppy squeeze - for your cute walls to come down crushing his greedy lengths. Gluing your soft innards to his veiny shafts- and Ryomen Sukuna stutters.

His voice breaks. 

All it takes is a singular, soppy squeeze for him to be complete putty between your legs, merely bucking up into you like a damn animal in heat. Pump after pump that’s creaming his bludgeoning cockheads- fuck, how did he last this long - two entire days - without your heavenly pussy again?

And you could swear that his tonality was verging into near-whimpers by this point, “I-I mean…anything you want, my queen.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Pretty, please…

You think it had only been mere minutes- likely not even an hour until you had your poor, tortured boyfriend pushing you against the nearest flat surface of your kitchen counter.

His thighs caging you in, his upright cock pressing against your ass and dry humping.

Ino felt like he had gone fucking feral. Pearly whites digging into the side of your neck, guttural grunts leaving him each time the veiny expanse of his cock caught on your sultry folds. You were being used for his lecherous pleasure and you’ve never been wetter- grinding yourself back onto his swollen length. “T-Taku- what do you think you’re doing, hm–?”

“I’m sorry-” It’s the first thing out of his mouth. And he can feel his taste buds sizzle with the oncoming wave of saliva, “I can’t even remember the fucking- fuck! argument just-” His tone dips into something…pleading. “-a sex ban? Really?”

You weren’t entirely serious about it - just a spur of the moment statement to what had been a silly lil’ argument. 

But fuck, was it ruining Ino.

From the inside out, and he was rutting up into you like he was trying to thrust it out. And you can’t help but giggle at the pure desperation in his furrowed brows, “Awww, do you forfeit, baby?”

“I forfeit-” Gasping, panting. The more needy he’s going, the further his globular cockhead is probin’- pushing apart your swollen folds and slide-slide-sliiiiding between them. “Please- please, take of this- fucking sex ban. Just give it t’me- ngh, I want it- I need to have it.”

“Mmm—” Running your fingers underneath his clammy ski mask, you’re swiftly pushing it off and it falls to the floor soundlessly. “Only if you say ‘sorry.’”

Whimpering, “M’sorry-”

“Louder, Taku.”

“M’sorry.” Another snagged thrust- and you’re just weak in the knees. You almost can’t believe you had the audacity to tease his fat, throbbing cock when it just felt so good- Another half-thrust into thin air, another heave. “Please, sweetness. I’m begging- begging.”

You had him nearly on his knees. 

“Mmm, fine then—”

And then, your mouth’s just transforming from a grin to a sultry ‘oh!’ of shock. Because at that very moment, he’s stuffing you so full of his vulgar, thickened cock that you’re overspilling sweet sap. 

Dripping in a glistening ring down the sides of his bulky base, Ino doesn’t wait until you’re adjusting to try and bully himself even deeper. One hand pushing down on the back of your scalp to pin you down, the other holding onto your waist and hitting his toned hips upwards.

“Fuck-” He’s gasping, barely even halfway in but still half-thrusting. The nub of your clit finds its place between his fingers and he squeezes. “Fuck, look at you- I hafta get you, mmm, all shaped to my cock again.”

You’re keening, finding your heels lifted cleanly off of the kitchen tile. He’s mazing his girth into you so hard that the sheer force has him supporting your lower half, “I think you’re doing a ngh- damn good job of it-”

“Not good enough-” And then he’s slapping one of his slender hands down on your slope, two doughy fingerpads of his index n’ middle slipping into your leaky orifice. Streeeetching you out even further— “-yet.”

It’s such stimulating dual pleasure- as if Ino was making up for the meager minutes that he was left without your heavenly pussy. He was fucking you like he was still furious with you, the blushin’ red inches of his cockhead sticking to your cervix with pre. 

“Ya left such a- ngh, big job f’me.” Your boyfriend whispers like a mantra into your ear, scorching the shell with his heated pants. “Gotta claim you a-all over- gotta make you remember- gotta bruise myself into you.”

Crying out, you clamor to find a grip on top of the smooth tiles- and Ino doesn’t let you. Instead, guiding your hands behind your back, pinning you down further. “But I only put the ban on for- ngh- not even for an hour-”

“Do you think I care?” Hissing, breathless. The tip-top of his split-ended shaft scrapes against the bottom of your pussy and he shakes. “I can’t last a fuckin’- oh, hour. Can’t last a minute- a second-”

Pound after pound.

He was just so big that Ino’s length easily probes into your deepest crevices, stretching them open in ways that no other had ever done before. And the slurps emanating from between your shiny legs are deafening, his very favorite song. 

Drunkenly, you find your mouth moving- “What about a nanosec-”

Spank! Yet another hit of his vulgar hips, Ino doesn’t even let you finish your sentence - not even your breath before interrupting you with a graze down your spongy womb. Harder. Sloppier. He’s gracing you with drags that dig into your every spot, stirring with Ino’s throbbing veins all ‘round your walls. “Not even that.”

And oh- maybe he’s addicted to your cunt.

Maybe it’s a problem that he can’t imagine a day without having those pretty, puffy lips of yours kissing the curly hairs at the bottom of his cock.

But, right now, he can’t bring himself to fucking care. Not about anything other than the way he had you all shaking n’ needy underneath him. Cunt being smeared apart with one of his thumbs, Ino reels his lips slightly forwards and spits.

A great, glittering glob that drenches you even further. 

And you’re moaning so loud you nearly don’t hear the next few words spilling from his mouth- “Pretty, neither of us are- fuck- gonna walk out of this kitchen alive by the time m’done with you.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Wife Wife Wife

“A sex ban?” The breathless whisper escapes Gojo’s mouth like it didn’t even mean to. Hoarse. Disbelieving. He hisses right in your face, “A sex ban?”

You’d just joked a lil’ tangent on universal wedding customs to your fiancé, how some said it was unlucky for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. And so, surely, that meant a sex ban the day before the wedding, right?

Little did you know that that was enough to make the strongest sorcerer fall to his knees, as if he’d just had the very soul sucked out of him- enough to make him raise his slender fingers and snap!

“Toru what did you-” You’re gasping, finding yourself suddenly sprawled across your shared bed. Wait a minute- did he just…

“Teleportation.” He jerks his head towards the sound of your voice. Gojo was on top of you now, he was devouring you now- tearing apart every shred of your clothing like it was nothing. Your thighs press together with arousal and he flinches like his extreme senses could fucking smell the sweetness wafting from your ready cunt. 

With a sharp groan he kisses into your mouth- “A s-sex ban-” Sounding like it pained him to merely say those words. “-means we have to fuck it out beforehand, right? Right?”

“Satoru, I don’t know if that’s how it- ngh, works-”

“But that’s not not how it works, right?” Quite sound logic to his lust-addled mind. And you’re helping him just barely slip aside the flimsy fabric of your panties- to which Gojo catches sight of your naked pussy and tears up in pure gluttony. “Oh- oh, yer killing me, sweetheart. How m’I supposed to go even a day with such a pretty wife at my side?”

“W-wife–?” You’re catching his little slip up, even before you two are officially married. And maybe you would have teased him with it, maybe you would have questioned it- 

But anything and everything on the tip of your tongue is being fucked out by Gojo’s furious, weeping tip.

He’s pressing in just an inch- an inch, and he’s letting off a wave of cursed energy so strong that every electric outlet in your bedroom sparks. So big that the orifice of your cunt is streeeetched out on the big, bulging mushroom of his cockhead. 

Barely even inside before he’s rutting and rutting- “My wife-” Gojo rasps, mounting himself further. And in the blink of an eye he has your legs on his shoulder, his muscular back bending down, down, down till he can spit into your opened maw. “My wife- my wife- my wife-”

Puncturing into your most throbbing nooks n’ crannies, you can only mewl through your tears. “F-fuck- so much for a sex ban-”

“A sex ban—” And Gojo jolts like he’d just been struck by the very words, so drunk on your treacly cunt that he’s whirling his dazed gaze to you in panic. “N-not another sex ban-” Before you can fully articulate an answer, he’s burrowing his veiny shaft down your soppy walls even deeper. Like he never wanted to pull out. “You’re not going to fuck- punish me with another one-”

“No no, Satoru, I just-” 

And then you’re cutting yourself off with the whiniest shrill of your life - because Gojo’s biting down onto the side of your clammy throat in case you thought to escape. Clawing his hand down on your scalp, and using the purchase to push you down his bullying length. 

Inch by inch, you’re being pierced.

With the veiny lines down his sides stretching you out perfectly open, Gojo had you drooling out of your stupefied mouth without even trying-

“See? See?” And you’re blinking your bleary peripheries up to find that the strongest was smirking, smug. “Can you honestly tell me with that- fuck, mouth that m’on a sex ban? Huh?”

Hips against hips. You were being pounded into the king-sized bedsprings like he was trying to fuck the very answer out of you. “It was a- hah! Oh fuck-” And you’re faintly registering those lightning bolts of blue ‘round Gojo’s half-lidded eyes, sparking as soon as he drags an open palm down your front.

Mapping out your sultry insides, he’s using his Six Eyes to swerve the bulging tip of his cock straight into your g-spot. Hammering his strawberry divot into your nerves like a smooch—“Fuck! It was a joke, Toru- just a joke-”

Grinning, “Mmm, I know.” Probing his ragged, red length as if the mere mention of that joke pained him. “And the fuck- fucking idea still killed me.”

His tone was breathy, rough - and so was his cadence. 

Because usually, Gojo would be the type to smoothly let his cock ruin you from the inside out, the type to talk you through each suave ministration. Usually.

But right now- he was feral. Big globs of drool decorating the corners of his mouth, right now your pussy was the one ruining him. And he was feverishly trying to wreck you right back- in long, vein-covered strokes that vulgarly fill up every ounce of space inside you. 

Right now, he was gone.

“I know and it- fuck, maybe I’m addicted.” As if he was genuinely wondering in that higher-pitched, shaking voice of his. “I can’t have you h-holding back, sweetheart. I can’t- I can’t-” The more the strongest babbles, the sloppier his pace becomes. 

And the wetter you’re growing, “Oh my god- Toru—” It’s like a waterfall between each of your quivering legs, slick sloshing out after each targeted strike against your g-spot. Thrashes upon thrashes. “M’not gonna ngh- l-last at this rate-”

“Good.” Purposefully, he angles the position of his hips just enough so that Gojo’s pale happy trail will scratch your poor clit raw. Making you see white-hot stars- “Maybe that’ll make you think twice about some s-stupid fuckin’ sex ban.”

As he grumbles away under his breath, you only curl your legs further ‘round his merciless hips. Again and again and again. “Satoru—” You mewl, “I’m gonna- gonna–”

“Mhm—” Something in his blue irises were glowing, and you hear Gojo count down underneath his ragged breath- “Three.”

“Wh-what do you mean-”

“Two-” Another few rhythmic hits, and countless zaps of bliss course through your veins. Rendering your head all stupidly fuzzy, throwing back into your heap of pillows behind. 

“Fuck, don’t tell me, ngh, you’re-”

The curled end of Gojo’s grin twists the more n’ more he’s looking through your body, envisioning right where his bumpy cockhead was nudgin’ your spongy cervix with a final, thorough bash—“One.”

And then it happens- your high crashes into you like a semi-truck. One you didn’t even realize was creeping up onto you so closely- but Gojo certainly did. And he’s fucking you through each stab of euphoria like no other, mentally seeking whenever your high was at its peak to thrust his ravaged length back in n’ out. 

His ravaged, reddened, cumming length - this time, you’re realizing before he does. The fact that Gojo Satoru was reaching his high just from having you cream ‘round his shaft.

The lights go berserk until they shatter, and your husband’s skin feels electric.

Probin’ your tiniest orifices with dewdrops of his pearly white sap, he trickles out so much of his mess that it’s overspilling. Draining down your thighs and making such a mess each time he paps! his hips forwards to fuck it back in- “I’m- fuck, I’m…cumming.” He’s breathing out, blue eyes bulging. “Don’t tell me- ngh, don’t tell me the sex ban’s on from now onwards-”

Your cum-dripping pussy had completely fried his brain - and yours, too. “I don’t think that’s- fuck, Toru- just like that.” It was so heavy having him inside you, splashin’ around with each wild buck.

A few volts of cursed energy spark just as soon as he runs his hand down the front of your stomach. 

Pondering, “I-if I turn this pretty cunt o’ mine into a limitless void with my jujutsu then is it- ngh, technically breaking the sex ban, my wife?”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week!

Plagiarism not authorized.

[rawjutsu]

jjk men with an easily overstimulated reader <3

gojo satoru 

oh, he lives for it. you whimper once, and his pupils dilate like he just hit the jackpot. you twitch, squirm, try to close your legs—and he just laughs.

“aww, what’s wrong, babe? thought you said you could handle me.”

he pretends to slow down, to "be nice," but five seconds later his fingers are back, curved just right, tongue lapping at your clit like he’s starving, your thighs clamped around his head—and he's thriving.

and when you're overstimulated to the point of tears? he coos at you like it's the sweetest thing in the world.

“c’mon, one more. you can give me one more, right? be a good girl for me.”

literally feeds on the way your voice breaks mid-moan. will overstim you on purpose just to watch your hips jerk and your body betray you.

fushiguro toji 

toji. you poor thing. the overstimulation with him is so nasty in the best way because he is ruthless. doesn’t matter if you’re shaking, babbling, trying to crawl away—he’ll just pull you right back by the waist with one arm like:

“what’s the matter, baby? you were beggin’ for it five minutes ago.”

he gets this low growl in his throat when you clench around him from overstimulation, like you’re just too much. he's obsessed with your limit and loves finding ways to push past it. that smug smirk only grows when your eyes roll back and your legs are trembling too hard to keep you upright.

“you’re twitchin’ like a fuckin’ mess. that mean you’re close again? thought you were done cryin’.”

his favorite thing is when you go limp in his arms after like the fifth orgasm and he has to hold you up just to keep going. 

nanami kento 

oh, nanami is such a soft dom at first, like—he tries to take it slow. he’s respectful. he asks you what feels good, kisses your neck, lets you ride the high of your first orgasm and praises you so gently...

but then he sees how sensitive you are and it awakens something feral in him. that neat composure starts to crack.

“you’re shaking already, sweetheart? just from my fingers?”

the glasses are off. his tie is undone. he’s got your legs over his shoulders and he’s watching you fall apart, murmuring praise through gritted teeth.

“you can take another. you’re doing so well. so sensitive for me.”

if you’re crying or begging, his tone turns into that firm voice:

“no, don’t shy away now. i want to see all of you.”

bonus: he’ll eat you out through the overstimulation while holding your thighs apart with a death grip.

geto suguru

suguru is the sweet sadist. he’ll talk you through it like he’s teaching a class. you say you’re sensitive? oh baby, you just unlocked his favorite game.

“already? you’re overstimulated already? hm… maybe i need to train that sweet body of yours.”

he's calm, in the most terrifying way. he holds you down gently but firmly, with that honey-smooth voice whispering how pretty you look trembling under him. he's always testing you.

“does this feel too good? or is it just enough to break you?”

overstimulation via toys + his fingers = his favorite combo. he loves seeing your body betray you, even when you’re sobbing and shaking, and his lips are at your ear murmuring,

“there it is. that’s it. just let go, baby. cum again for me.”

will overstim you until you pass out with a smile on his face.

ryomen sukuna 

overstimulating you isn’t even about your pleasure to him at first. it’s about dominance. it's about owning every twitch, every hiccupped gasp, every soaked inch of your overstimmed, ruined body.

he loves when you beg for a break because that’s when he knows he’s winning.

“begging? you think i care if you’re tired, little thing? you’ll take what i give you.”

imagine four hands keeping you pinned. two gripping your wrists above your head. the other two… one on your throat, one between your legs, rubbing your clit even while his cock is still buried inside you, relentless.

you’re squirming, crying, mind blank from cumming too many times and he just laughs.

“look at you. can’t even speak. just a drooling mess and i’ve barely started.”

he feeds on overstimulation. you arch away from him? he pulls you closer. your legs try to close? he forces them open.

“your body’s so honest, pet. you say ‘stop’ but your cunt’s begging for more.”

he’s the type to dare you to pass out— and when you do? he’ll wake you back up with another orgasm.

[t6ji]

filthy 1am thoughts (01)

cw: scent obsession, squirting, strength kink, pinning, power play, tongue fucking, feral toji (need warning fr), filthy talk.

your thighs are shaking.

your hands weakly push at his head, but it’s useless. you might as well be trying to move a boulder.

he’s locked between your legs, arms wrapped around them tight, his face buried in your pussy like he’s starving.

“t-toji—nngh—please,” you hiccup, trying to pull away, but he just growls.

“quit squirming. i said i’m not done.” his hands drag you back down the bed, locking your hips against his mouth again, and then—he sniffs.

deep. slow. like he’s savoring it. “fuck. this little cunt’s got my head spinning.” toji grunts, “you smell so sweet—so fuckin’ ripe—i could die right here.”

you sob, thighs trembling violently. you’re already soaking wet, already overstimmed from cumming twice just from his tongue.

“i c-can’t—i’m too sensitive—”

“yeah?” he smirks, voice muffled as he kisses the inside of your thigh. “then don’t run, princess.”

and then he goes feral, mouth on your pussy, again, tongue flicking your clit, then flattening over it.

you scream. his grip tightens. your nails dig into his scalp but he doesn’t budge. he spits on you, rubs it in with his thumb, slaps your clit lightly—tap tap tap—like he’s daring you to lose it.

“come on, pretty thing,” he huffs against you, sniffing again, inhaling deep like he can’t stop.

“don’t hide from me. lemme see that pussy cry.” you try to close your legs—try to twist away—but he’s too strong.

he just laughs, low and dark, and spreads you wider “fuckin’ squirt for me.” his tongue circles your entrance now—filthy, slow and then dives in.

you cry. “no no—toji—i’m gonna—” and then it happens.

your body locks. your back arches. and you squirt.

it hits his chin, then his lips, then drips back down your folds.

he moans like it’s heaven. grabs your thighs harder, tongue still fucking you, licking everything up, slurping like it’s soup.

“there she is,” he coos, voice dark and hot against your drenched cunt. “knew you’d give it to me. look at that messy lil hole.”

you collapse but he’s still sniffing you. still rutting his face into your pussy, worshipping it.

he’s hard again. you feel it against your thigh.

“you think i’m done?” he smirks, mouth shiny with slick.

“nah, baby. now i’m gonna fuck it.”

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[just-luv-them]

MDNI 18+ Smut

———

“C-can we take a break?” You ask breathlessly.

They grip your hips tightly before pile driving their shaft into your throbbing pussy. You immediately arch your back and began moaning as they start pounding your cunt.

They eventually reach their climax and spill their load deep inside your cunt. Before you could get a word in, they smash their lips on top of your and licked your lips.

You tried to shake your head away but they slipped their hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss. When you finally break away, you tried to catch your breath and attempted to wiggle out from underneath them.

The yandere instantly grabbed your hips and pulled you back down underneath him. They tried giving you another passionate kiss but you turned your head away.

In a breathless voice, you said

“Not right now, I need a break.”

They gave you a hard stare as you tried to break yourself free from them. They immediately tightened their grip on you and wrapped your legs around their waist. Before you could protest, they slam their hard cock back into your hole and begin jack hammering your pussy.

You tried to fight it but your toes kept curling and your moans couldn’t be helped. The yandere bent down and began sprinkling kisses on your face as they whispered

“I need more. A lot more.”

[yuansie]

ocean memories

synopsis. you and rafayel have lived countless lives, each one making a dent in your blessed bond, growing apart at the end of each life.

pairing. rafayel x fem! reader

warnings. angst, death, mentions of blood, LOTS of crying, betrayal (?), spoilers and/or theories surrounding rafayel's myth cards (abysswalker + god of tides) and overall lore, ooc raf (?), reader is NOT mc, mc will be in the fic and will be nameless

genres. angst, reincarnation (?), romance, SLOW BURN

status. updates twice a month on fridays ! but hopefully i can update once a week

start. 010225

end. ???

a/n. send an ask in my inbox or leave a comment to be added to the taglist ! also, ty @bakutual bc i remember your rbs from my two-shot raf x priestess!reader inspired this HAHAHAHAH ty 😜❤️‍🔥 also !! i've made a playlist that i'll sometimes update but here it is heh.

chapters.

act one. a god and his priestess

prelude's elegy. | (1) children of the sea, | (2) made to be a reflection of what each needs, | (3) and forever blessed by the sea. | (4) why, then, did thy fall?

I LOOK THROUGH YOUR EYES IN MY DREAMS.

act two. two lemurians

(5) the sea wishes your second life will be longer, | (6) that it will not end tragically like the last. | chapter three. | chapter four.

???

act three. the abysswalkers

chapter one. | chapter two. | chapter three. | chapter four.

???

act four. an art critic, and an artist

we must confess our sins | chapter one. | chapter two. | chapter three. | chapter four.

postlude's ode.

OCEAN MEMORIES, yuansie 2024

[aceecee]

Masterlist

Links to everything I've written. MDNI.

Feel free to request something!

Series

Love and Deepspace:

Insatiable - 🔞

Honestly it was on you to think that they all would leave you alone. That you could enjoy your second chance in life without them by your side. You're not going anywhere.

MC | Caleb | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Extras: #1 | #2

Oneshots

Original characters:

Serial Killer - being written! 🔞

Only you could seduce a monster hellbent on adding you to his long list of victims. Now, he's never letting you go.

Ladies Companion - being written 🔞

A lady companion accompanies the young daughter's of nobles and ensures she comes into a good marriage. You find employment for a widowed father of three daughters, with the eldest nearing marrying age. A good job that meant you'd be employed for years. Of course you never imagined how it would all blow up in your face.

[divinedomainn]

Stream and Scream | reader x multiple men

PROLOGUE ▷ || play next song? summary : You started an OnlyFans to pay rent. Then came Fuck-a-Fan Fridays, one lucky subscriber, one masked hookup, all caught on camera. It’s anonymous. It’s hot. It’s getting you more subscribers. All good right? 'Till it turns out the ones watching you are your classmates and professors.

contains : camgirl!reader x a whole ass roster, rotating cast, university AU, smut, porn with kinda a crack plot, casual sex, anonymous sex, exhibitionism, recording, oral sex, piv sex, rough kinky sex, everyone wants to fuck reader, reader is kinda... willfully ignorant

A/N : hii this is my first time writing something like this but im SUPER excited. let me know your thoughts who do you think should come first :))

Being broke wasn’t a personality trait, but sweet neptune, it was starting to feel like your entire identity. Third-year cursed techniques major at Jujutsu University? Check. Half-assing your degree with the enthusiasm of a soggy napkin? Also check. Part-time job that paid in existential dread and maybe $11 an hour? Triple check. You were one bounced rent payment away from selling a kidney, and honestly, that kidney was looking pretty damn optional.

So yeah, when the idea of starting an OnlyFans first crossed your brain—mid-scroll on TikTok, wine drunk on a shared bottle of cooking wine with your equally poor friends, and flopped on your shitty single bed—you didn’t laugh it off. You snorted, scoffed, and muttered something bitter, "Bet her rent’s paid," while watching some girl with lip fillers and a Gucci hoodie flaunt her brand-new car, courtesy of her tit pics. You sighed and stared at the water stain on your ceiling like it held the answers.

Then rent day came. Your bank account proudly displayed a majestic $7.24. Your landlord's emails had shifted from "gentle reminder :)" to "we will pursue legal action," and you had a full-blown spiral that ended with you Googling “how to fake your own death” before switching to “how to start an OnlyFans without your mom finding out.”

And somehow—somehow—you were fucking good at it.

Not just good. Thriving.

Turns out all you needed was a ten-dollar ring light, some bargain-bin lingerie that only looked expensive if you angled your body like a Tumblr-era contortionist, and perhaps the illusion that the people that were viewing your content weren't real. You didn’t even show your face. Just your body - though sometimes doing private videos for the right price, some sultry poses, a well-placed pout you’d perfected in the mirror while pretending to be some sort of pornstar bombshell, and boom—you were in business. Real business. Like, able to pay your rent in full and order takeout everyday no sweat.

It escalated fast. One day you’re nervously posting some artsy nudes, the next you’re getting tipped fifty bucks just for answering questions like, “What’s your favorite color (and can you say it while biting your lip)?” You were sitting in your crusty dorm room still, surrounded by your influx of takeout boxes and cursed technique textbooks you hadn’t opened in weeks, realizing you were somehow becoming a one-woman empire.

So naturally, the next step was chaos: livestreaming. You had heard that could bring in thousands in one night - and honestly? You were starting to build up at least a few hundred subscribers.

“Fuck it,” you said, setting up your laptop, adjusting your ring light, and channeling your inner seductress while fighting back a nervous breakdown, ensuring your mask covered your face fully and that your wig covered all your real hair. Your first camgirl stream was a whirlwind. You were shaking, sweating, probably looking one glitch away from buffering into another dimension with your cracked setup - but the chat?

Tips flying. Comments rolling. People calling you a goddess. Practically throwing money at you to get you to do stuff you had (ashamedly) done for free for other men. Another said they’d sell their soul for a moan.

That was the moment you knew.

You’d made it. Well, all things considered atleast.

Rent? Paid. Groceries? Not a single ramen pack in sight anymore, just takeout bags. Your mental health? Still dicey, but at least now you could afford therapy.

What you didn’t know, though, what no part of your clout filled brain could have prepared for - was that some of the top tippers in your chat? The ones dropping money and borderline-feral compliments like... SixEyesOnly: stretch like that and make that noise again and i think i miiiight just send you an extra 100. OfficeAfterHours: Tipped 50. Please buy yourself some food. And wear socks. It's cold out. (For some reason you followed what he said.) EmoWithaBoner: squeeze the toy harder. pretend its my fuckin neck. Yeah. You saw them every damn day. In class. At the cafeteria. In the fucking jujutsu training hall at college. In all honesty you perhaps weren't the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to connecting the dots. Really.

But that disaster? That story comes later. For now, you were just a broke, horny, slightly unhinged college student who had accidentally stumbled into a side hustle that was by all means paying more than anything you could possibly do with a degree.

And baby, business was booming.

[huxhsz]

✈ — weightless paradise

transmigrated non-mc!reader x caleb

series masterlist. | ao3

01 — "first" meet

02 — experiment

03 — regeneration

04 — helplessness

05 — countdown

06 — name

07 — dream

08 — fear

09 — distance

010 — playtime

011 — hide'n'seek

012 — aftermath

013 — return

014 — moving

015 — onward

016 — confess

017 — destroyer

018 — silence

019 — drift

020 — caleb

021 — walk

022 — home

023 — field trip

024 — graduation

025 — necklace

026 — departure

027 — farewell

028 — ???

029 — ???

030 — ???

[destheoren]

Love and Deepspace Non MC Reader Fics

(list inspired by: @erisnxxi )

made this collection for myself and to keep track of everything I've read so far. some are crossposted on tumblr and ao3 so I'll try to add both links (though i might miss some so let me know).

Status: Unedited & Incomplete tags; More fics to be added soon

symbols (will use soon):

✧ - smut

♡ - yandere/possessive/obsessive

☆ - angst

✴︎ - isekai/reincarnation/transmigration/reverse isekai

☁︎ - fluff

𖥔 - self aware au (technically counts as nonmc)

Caleb:

Rotten Apples by hcntrcss: (ao3) (tumblr)

Echoes in Space by feralaffection: (ao3)

Live, for Me by kat_the_cat: (ao3)

Psychosomatic by minamidwinter: (ao3)

The Colonel's Keeper by saintobio: (tumblr)

Weightless Paradise by luvl3ss: (ao3) (tumblr)

The Engineer's Gravity by mephisto-reporting: (tumblr)

back to friends by hxlxnaaa: (tumblr) (ao3)

keeper by "anonymous": (ao3)

mine by captivating-flavors: (tumblr)

best friend's brother au by mandalhoerian7: (tumblr)

Caleb's Spitfire - MC Twin AU by lily-jaxk: (tumblr)

fake dating by militaryapple: (tumblr)

Sylus:

Rewriting Fate by feralaffection: (ao3)

when love arrives-- and when she leaves. by cainis: (ao3)

Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You by writerclaire: (ao3) (tumblr)

A Second Life for Strays! by stupidboy: (ao3)

Error 404 by ittybittyfanblog: (tumblr)

Impartial Hearts by ladsonlads: (tumblr)

surprise encounter by kitimeq: (tumblr)

calm and serenity by blueivyy99: (tumblr)

breaking my heart, 'tis the season, i guess by cainis: (ao3)

the sin & the sinner by saintobio: (tumblr: 1, 2, 3)

heartbreak anniversary with sylus by mephisto-reporting: (tumblr)

hurts so good by comatosebunny09: (tumblr)

merry christmas, mr. sylus by comatosebunny09: (tumblr: 1, 2, 3)

sensitive by comatosebunny09: (tumblr: 1, 2)

a curse between us by eelliotss: (tumblr: 1, 2)

Fourth Wall by always-just-red: (tumblr)

Onychinus' Finest by always-just-red: (tumblr)

Emptiness by antaresr: (ao3)

ikigai by lighting_and_shadow: (ao3)

maybe by captivating-flavors: (tumblr)

enough by captivating-flavors: (tumblr: 1, 2)

Sylus' Darling - MC Twin AU by lily-jaxk: (tumblr)

Zayne:

Nocturne of Twilight by chuloyi: (ao3) (tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4)

My Wedding Vow Is To Divorce You by kira-loves0905: (tumblr)

lost among the pages by lazylattedgleam: (tumblr)

just give me your forever by shaiyasstuff: (tumblr: 1, 2)

heartbreak anniversary with zayne by mephisto-reporting: (tumblr)

Gymnopédie no. 1 by deltachye: (ao3)

giliw ko (my dear) bybarefootindecember (ao3: 1, 2) (tumblr: 1, 2)

date by captivating-flavors: (tumblr)

Rafayel:

jealousy in the game by melkar: (ao3)

Intimations of Immortality by thyrd_pardie: (ao3)

When you suddenly wake up in Linkon City by irandial: (ao3)

heartbreak anniversary with rafayel by mephisto-reporting: (tumblr)

Fourth Wall by always-just-red: (tumblr)

Rafayel's Muse - MC Twin AU by lily-jaxk: (tumblr)

Xavier:

Meet Me at the Edge of Time by oeggchi: (ao3)

three hours past midnight by savouringmidnights: (tumblr)

glass half full by shaiyasstuff: (tumblr)

we can't be friends by kitimeq: (ao3) (tumblr)

Multi

Insatiable by Aceecee: (ao3) (tumblr)

Fake by urlulugululueverythinggoessmoothulu: (a03)

Wildest dreams by tactfulao3: (ao3)

Cats & Deepspace by thxforthemmrs: (ao3)

on the sideline by rqyup: (tumblr)

they forget your anniversary by yeosatinyngz: (tumblr)

Hugs are Mandatory by whosashan: (tumblr)

Sneakyyy by whosashan: (tumblr)

Bitter by whosashan: (tumblr)

Borrowed Time by eelliotss: (tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4)

I am in love and deepshit by amethystheartsx: (tumblr: 1, 2)

tempatio by morningstarfirstsin: (tumblr) (ao3)

A Hymn to You by lapetitecafe: (ao3)

[bizarrelovetriangel]

won't you stay a little longer?

you have to go somewhere but they won't let you leave easily.

part two of this post which is xavier only. wanted to write something similar with the rest of the guys :)

mdni. 18+ only. dry humping. thigh job. fingering. cunnilingus. handjob. creampie. overstimulation. brief somnophilia and male masturbation.

sylus

You were on a tight schedule. You have to make it back to Linkon by three in the afternoon because your apartment building decided to have a surprise maintenance. If you're not there on time, you'll certainly get an earful from the landlord and you'd rather not deal with that.

But with the way Sylus was running his hands all over you, it looks like you might be in trouble.

As you're getting dressed in his bedroom, his hands found their way under your shirt, sliding up to your chest. And there was something rubbing against your back - something hard.

"Are you sure you want to leave now?"

Oh, he was on a mission.

Through the reflection of the mirror, as Sylus stands behind you with a mischievous smirk on his face, his lips tickles the shell of your ear and his hands squeezed your breasts through your bra.

He's thrusting his hips against your ass, and the layers of your clothings did not do much to contain his stiffened cock.

"Sylus...."

He starts leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck and down to your collar bones. One hand jumped from your chest and down to your hips, then straight inside your skirt to feel your core with his fingers.

You let out a soundless gasp at the sudden contact, leaning back into his chest.

"You...."

"I'm what, sweetie?" he asked, teasing you through the fabric of your underwear.

"You...should be going to bed."

It's noon, which is around Sylus' bedtime. You were with him for two days, including last night, though you fell asleep around midnight.

Meanwhile, Sylus had Onychinus-related business to finish and didn't return until around four in the morning. He should be getting sleepy right about now.

"You're right. I should." He then nips your right earlobe. "How about you join me?"

"I told you..." You let out a soft moan as Sylus moved your panty aside and inserted two fingers inside you. "I... have to....go...."

"Hmm? Does it have to be now?" Sylus' fingers pushed in deeper. "You can't stay for just a few more minutes? After all, who knows what Onychinus' leader might do when left unsupervised?"

Pushing up your skirt, Sylus thrusted his hips against your ass at the same pace he pleasures you with his fingers.

"You are so...!"

He'd won his game.

You turned around and lightly pushed back his shoulders, only for you to chase after his lips that withdrew from your ear.

He returned the kiss with twice the force, using one hand to caress your face and the other to brush his fingers against the skin exposed by the hem of your shirt after you stood on the tip of your toes.

The kisses were quickly filled with desperation, and soon he was removing the clothes that you've only just put on a couple of minutes ago. Your shirt and skirt dropped down to the floor, and your bra had been flung across the room.

In return, you avidly got rid of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. From the moment you freed him from his boxers, Sylus spun you around to face the mirror once again.

"Before you leave me, let me just enjoy you one last time, okay, sweetie?" After a soft peck on your cheek, Sylus gave you a soft nudge forward, making you bend down just a small angle.

Then, he slid his cock between your thighs.

From the mirror's reflection, you watched him thrust into the small and tight space, spreading his pre-cum against your throbbing cunt.

You pressed your thighs together to increase the pressure that was enveloping Sylus' cock as it moves back and forth frantically. Sylus muffled his groans by burying his face against your neck, though he became louder as his pace drastically increased.

Just as he feels himself cumming closely, Sylus' movements came to a halt and stepped away from you. You let out a shaky breath of relief mixed with disappointment, thinking he'd already gotten his fill. But you were so, so wrong.

In the blink of an eye, Sylus gripped your hips and slammed his cock right into you.

Every inch of him.

He knows you have no problem taking him whole so he went into you as deeply as he could.

You let out a squeal as Sylus gave you no time to recover. He followed up one hard thrust with another, and your eyes couldn't leave the mirror's reflection of his ravishing face as he pounds into you.

His mouth his open as he becomes unable to hold back his grunts, and his eyes are on the mirror to admire your own expressions as you fall apart from his cock.

Hearing your mewls, Sylus bent you down further to reach an even deeper part of you before rocking his hips faster while you started to thrust back to him.

Sylus felt you clench around him and lost control of his movements. One hand remained clinging to your hips and the other reached for your face, guiding you to look at him so his tongue can meet yours while your lips become coated with each other's saliva.

Suddenly, Sylus growls into your mouth and his hips stuttered for a moment. His speed increased by a tenfold and both of your ecstatic cries were mixed with the sound of your flesh crashing at every second.

At last, he pulls out and comes on your back. Your legs shook as your own orgasm followed not a minute after, and Sylus caught you and picked you up bridal-style before you could lose balance. He brought you over to his bed and gave you a soft, lingering kiss as he hovers on top of you.

"So, kitten, have you reconsidered about joining me in sleeping in? If your landlord kicks you out, you're more than welcome to stay here."

caleb

You're standing by the kitchen's counter table, happily eating the breakfast that Caleb prepared for you while the cook himself pouts on the chair that you're supposed to be sitting on.

"You're really leaving me early, pip-squeak?"

"Mhmm. Have to go to work early tomorrow so I have to get home by tonight."

Caleb sighs in defeat before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your stomach.

"Fine, fine."

You were too busy enjoying the iced-coffee he made for you so you failed to see the glint that flashed in his eyes.

It began with his left hand drawing circular patterns your thighs. You didn't pay much attention to it as he likes to do that sometimes to appreciate the softness of your skin.

But once his fingers started to move higher and higher, going up your skirt to fiddle with the band of your underwear, your heart started racing.

His right hand slightly pushed the hem of your shirt just high enough to expose some skin between your hips and stomach, then he started to leave soft kisses all over the area.

You paused from drinking your coffee to give Caleb a questioning look, but his eyes were closed as he's too lost in showering you with affection.

Assuming that was all he wanted, you decided to let him do as he please and combed his soft hair with your fingers.

Then, you felt the zipper of your skirt being pulled down. Before you could say a word, it drops down around your feet and to the floor.

He gently grabbed your thighs and nudged them open to make space for himself as he puts his mouth to your crotch.

"Caleb - "

You lost your voice as soon as his tongue flicked against your clothed core. He hums with satisfaction, tigtening his hold on your thighs before exerting more force so you could feel him better.

Caleb looked up at you intensely, and you were met with a gleam full of desire that had your palms sweating and your cunt pulsating.

"I...." Your face felt hot, and you feel like it just became harder to breathe. "I have to leave soon, Caleb... We can't - "

"You said you have to get home by tonight, but not in the afternoon. You can spare me a little more of your time, can't you? After all, it'll be days again until we see each other...."

All of your responses turned into suppressed moans as he pressed his mouth against your panty even harder.

Your nails sank on his shoulders as he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and carefully sat your figure on the chair that he was previously sitting on.

Caleb got on his knees and pulled down your underwear before putting himself between your legs. His lips greeted your throbbing pussy, then his tongue darts to your clit as he eats you out like a starved man.

He was devouring you as if he's never had you before.

He was getting you in all the right spots. He knows exactly how to please you, and what will make you fall apart the fastest.

That's why it didn't take long for you to reach your climax. Before you could stop yourself, you squirted all over Caleb's mouth, cheeks, and jaw. The view made your entire body flush with embarrassment, though at the same time it made you want him even more.

Caleb wiped his cheeks and chin with the sleeves of his shirt, then he licked off what had gotten on his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the taste of you, before quickly standing up to eagerly strip off his clothes.

His cock sprung up, glistening with pre-cum that had his boxers soaked especially when he was fucking you with his mouth. It wants so badly to bury itself in your pussy that it had impatiently gotten swollen, twitching and leaking as you set your gaze on it.

You could see how badly he needed you, and yet when your hand reached out to touch his dick, Caleb caught your wrist and held it along with your other one. Just with one hand, he pulled your wrists above your head and pinned it down on the back of the chair.

Caleb shoved his cock inside you and your shoulder lightly hit the back of the chair at the impact. He hissed at the way you took him so well and so tight, and the way you were wriggling underneath him only turned him on even more.

He started off slowly, letting you adjust to him. He pecked your forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw, and lastly, a long-lasting one on your lips before he gradually picked up the pace.

Your hands twitched, wanting to feel Caleb in return as he's making you feel so good, but he kept a secured hold on your wrists so that you could hold on to nothing as he drills into you. His half-lidded eyes went to your lips and he relished the sweet sounds you were making just for him.

The chair was screeching as its legs scraped against the floor. Had it not been for Caleb holding your wrists down on the back of the chair, you would've already been in another room at every thrust he made.

"F-fuck...." Caleb exhales, chest heaving and muscles clenching as he feels himself coming close.

He'd finally let go of your wrists just so his hands can roam all over your body, then he intertwined his fingers with yours as he finishes inside you, just a few seconds after your second climax.

He didn't stop moving his hips until he filled you with every drop of his cum. Anything that threatened to ooze back out of you, he shoved back in with his cock, even if it made both of you want to curl up at the overwhelming sensations.

Both of you felt every inch of each other, eyes rolled back with overstimulation, until Caleb lost his energy. Drops of sweat clung onto your bodies as you take a moment to catch your breath.

You threw your head back and groaned, feeling like the world is spinning. Caleb took the chance to bite into your neck and leave one last mark on your body.

He used his left hand to wipe sweat off your face. With a soft smile, Caleb brushed some stands of hair away from your face and gave you a soft kiss on your chin.

Your heart swells at the sight of him beaming at you. He is so pretty, you can just stare at him forever.

Even when he loves teasing you endlessly.

"Look at the time, pip-squeak. You still have a few minutes left to spare. You still have to shower, right?"

rafayel

"I can't believe you're leaving me for a fictional character."

Rafayel sulks in his bathtub, pouting with his arms crossed as you stand by his feet, facing him with a blank expression.

"Go on, then. Leave. Leave me for your vampire fake boyfriend. I could die, but go on."

"He's not a vampire."

"Oh, so you admit that he's your fake boyfriend?"

You moved to the side and rested your arms on the rim of the bathtub, then you poked Rafayel's cheek. "It's just a movie, you big baby."

Tara invited you to watch a movie with her since she knows you like that series as well. Rafayel was invited to go too, but he's not a big fan of it and would prefer to stay home.

He has better things to do, he said.

And by that, he means taking a bath for as long as he could, until Thomas checks up on him and the painting he's supposed to be finishing up soon.

"It's just for a few hours. I'll be back by tonight, okay?"

Rafayel grabbed your hand just as you started to walk away to leave the bathroom.

"Wait, but Miss Bodyguard.... I'm not feeling so good all of a sudden...."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Something feels....weird...."

"Where?"

You put your hand on his forehead to check if he has a fever.

"Not there."

Rafayel took your hand and guided it elsewhere.

"Here."

Lower, and lower, and lower.

Down his chest.

Below the warm, bubbly water.

Between his thighs.

And by weird, he means that he's hard. Little did you know, Rafayel was thinking of dirty things as soon as you walked in the bathroom and he saw your outfit.

It was just a casual, pretty dress that you'd worn once on a date with him. Still, he can't help but imagine himself fucking you in it.

"Miss bodyguard...." Rafayel whispers just as your hands wrapped around his cock. "Before you leave, can you help me feel better?"

"But I'm...."

He thrusted into your hand, slowly.

Rafayel's moans cut you off, and the glorious sound went straight to your pussy. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as droplets of water trickled down his skin.

Maybe.... maybe it should be fine.

It's not like you have to leave right away, right? The traffic shouldn't be too bad today. You can still make it on time. This won't take long.

That's what you told yourself before tightening your fist on his cock and stroking him faster. You pressed your lips against Rafayel, who was surprised at the sudden contact but didn't hestitate to kiss you back hard.

He held your jaw with one hand to keep you in place while his tongue grazes yours. The sound of your lips smacking against each other joined the spashing of water from the bathtub as your hands moved under it.

Rafayel's lower body started to squirm, unable to contain himself from the overwhelming pleasure you were delivering. With his face flushed, he lets out slow, ragged breaths to calm himself down.

He wanted to cum, but he didn't want you to go just yet. You can't leave so soon. Not until he's been inside you.

"Darling.... I need you." he whines against your ear. "Please...."

Your breath hitched at his expression. So needy, just for you. You were wet and clenching behind your panties, feeling just as desperate as him. "Get up."

He paused for a moment before realizing the intention of your words. He hurriedly stood up from the bathtub and dried his body with a towel, then wasted no time reattaching himself onto you.

His lips returned to yours while his hands busied themselves by removing your clothes and letting them fall to the floor.

With your back against the wall, Rafayel wrapped your legs around his hips. Then, he pushed his cock into you. He buried his face between your breasts, groaning at the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly.

You felt so, so, good, he almost didn't want to move. For a moment, he just wanted to stay like that, with him inside you, warming him up. But his cock was throbbing. He needed to feel all of you, and he can't afford to waste any second.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing him even more into you as you gasped for air. Your heart is racing at every thrust, and your eyes were clouded with the steam that took over the bathroom, caused by the temperature of the bath's water as well as your own heavy breaths.

"So...good...." Rafayel murmurs against your skin as your hand brushed against the bond mark on his chest.

He started to move even faster and harder that your back was no longer against the wall; your body was bouncing up and down his cock, letting you feel him even more.

You grunted his name, pressing your nails down his skin and making him moan louder in return while he strengthens his hold on your hips. Just then, he felt his body tightening up and his core convulsing. Without a warning, Rafayel pulls out of you and bursts all over your thighs.

Your body tumbles onto his arms as your legs weakened from your own release. Rafayel picked you up bridal style and sat you on the vanity top in front of the mirror.

He wiped your face and body with a clean towel and gently fixed your hair with a comb.

"Hey, Miss Bodyguard...." Rafayel grinned. "I bet your fictional vampire fake boyfriend can't make you make those pretty noises like I just did."

You frowned and squished his cheeks with one hand. "I have to let Tara know I'm not gonna make it before the trailers for the movie because...my fish was being a brat."

"Heh."

Rafayel looked way too proud of himself.

zayne

It was Zayne that woke you up way before your alarm could even ring. You have a dentist appointment early in the morning, and your lover who doesn't like them very much says it's always important that you show up to your appointments on time.

That's why he had taken the liberty of waking you up early.

You were having a dreamless but peaceful sleep when you were pulled into consciousness by light feather kisses tickling your neck and shoulders.

An arm rested on your stomach and gently rubbed you for comfort before it pulled you back so that you're right against a strong chest.

"Darling, are you awake?"

You're still half-asleep and lacked the energy to come up with a response, so you kept your eyes and mouth shut, ready to fall back into your slumber.

Your alarm hasn't given you a heart attack yet, so you still have time to sleep. Even if you only had one minute left, you'll take it.

Zayne disagrees.

He thinks you should wake up now.

So, he gives you kisses that are more intense than before. He tangled his legs with yours and pressed his hips against your ass while his mouth sucks the skin between your neck and right shoulder.

Quiet moans fought their way out from your lips, but your eyes refused to open despite your twitching eyelids.

Zayne's hand on your stomach traveled higher to feel your chest at the same time he rutted his hips onto your ass.

He's only wearing his boxers, and you're only wearing a thin underwear underneath the shirt you robbed from his closet. You should be feeling the friction quite well, so he has no doubt that he'd get your attention no matter how light or deep you're sleeping right now.

But as it turns out...

His own actions affected him much faster than you did. His cock hardened immediately just by pressing against you and feeling you up.

He only meant to tease you a little, and that backfired on him so bad.

He can't stop now.

Zayne continued to hump your ass until his boxers were stained from his own excitement. He faced the ceiling for a moment to catch his ragged breath, then he stuck one hand in his boxers and wrapped his fist around his cock.

He stroke himself slowly, feeling all blood rushing to his crotch. He was throbbing and leaking, and his hand feels like it's not going to be enough no matter what he does on his own.

Zayne shifted sideways once again and closed the distance between your bodies. He kissed your shoulder before brushing his cock against your clothed pussy, staining it with his pre-cum.

Your legs twitched at the sudden feeling that struck your core. You gasped and opened your eyes just for Zayne's thumb to enter your mouth and feel your tongue.

You heard him groan softly from behind you.

"Zayne..."

He paused for a moment, too flustered to come up with an immediate response.

"G-good morning..."

But he couldn't stop himself from moving, from chasing after the ecstatic feeling you were giving him.

"Can I...." His words comes out shaky as he struggles to hold himself back. "I need you. Please, can I-"

You held his right hand that had been hovering over your chest. "Go ahead, Zayne."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please."

He already had you fully aroused. There was no way you could just walk away without being fucked by him.

You grinded your ass back to him, encouraging him to do as he please, and so Zayne pulled down your panty and fully sheathed himself into you.

He knew you could take him. You've always taken him so well, and so he started to move fast right away. You struggled to keep your volume low as he dove into you hard with every thrust, causing the entire bed to shake.

The drops of sweat that stuck to your skin had been turned into specks of snow as Zayne loses control of his movements as well as his own breathing.

He had to bury his face against your neck as he feels his senses starting to feel overwhelmed with desire and pleasure.

He needed to feel you more.

Faster.

Deeper.

The moment you clenched tightly around his cock, Zayne fell apart. He came inside you hard, some had started to spill out of you, mixing in with your own release.

Both of you rested your back against the mattress to catch your breaths and regain your senses.

And even then, Zayne's cock remained stiff.

The moment your eyes fell to it, ready to offer him your service, your alarm clock finally blared and made you jump.

"Fuck... I have to start getting ready."

You sat up, only for Zayne to follow your action. He took your arms and legs and guided you to sit on him. On his lap.

"It's okay if you're a few minutes late." He lowered your ass into his cock, earning a soundless gasp from you. "They'll understand how hard it is.... to get up in the morning..."

[tonycries]

BIG BOYYY!

Synopsis. He’s a big boy, and he’s gonna make that biiig stretch fit.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, making it fit, they’re BIG, cervíx kíssing, D slipping, tummy buIges, manhandIing, p sIapping, GOJO’S POWERS, limitless, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, use of “my wife”, BRÉEDING, overstím, creampíes, cúmplay, ROUGH (Geto), squírting, mating presses, MARATHONS, slight exhíbitíonism (Higuruma), proposals, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. We all need a big boyyy-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - ENORMOUS!

“Don’t tell me yer runnin’ already, doll?” Toji’s husked breaths scorch the sagging back of your neck, a few sploshing dewdrops of saliva splattering out from his scarred lips. “M’not even hah! halfway in yet.”

What? Oh. Your head dizzies itself with the mere thought, a soft gasping moan wafting from your gaped maw. “Y-you’re lying–”

It was just too cute how your stupidly lolling head wrenches back and forth in a desperate attempt to take a goood, long look behind at the way he’s opening you up sloppily. Just the merest, tiniest swab of that tannish-pink tip spreading open your gummy walls, stretching n’ stretching. 

“M’not.” Toji grumbles out, gruff syllables hitting the curved tips of your ears. The rickety bed creaks and suddenly he’s slouching back; resting his weight just at the base of your curved spine. Before you know it, he’s got a foot pressing down on your head- “Watch me make it fit, mama.”

Two rugged hands homing themselves on either side of your prettily quivering hips, you could feel every scar and callus texturing your heated skin once Toji grits his teeth and draaaaags you down. 

Knees scuffling on the silken sheets, jittery arms trying to grapple for the headboard- anything.

You’re like a lil’ doll underneath him, all shaky as he’s manhandling you to gulp up the needy slope of his length with your slick-covered hole. More and more and more. A glossy layer of sap splashes from where he was stuffin’ you to the brim, drenching the very base of Toji’s happy trail in a glittery lacquer. 

“Would ya look at that–” You hear him drawl out from behind you, the fat pad of his thumb rubbing sluggishly down the sticky liquid pouring along his hilt. “-think this pretty pussy wants to end up hck! pregnant, doll.”

Shit, the idea he’s plugging your cottony brain with was enough to make you slobber with your arousal. You can’t help it. “Th-then do it.”

Dark brows quirked, Toji’s inching even closer to hear those whispered words of yours. And in the process he’s feeding you with a sloooow slide of his vein-covered shaft.

Almost mockingly, one of his engulfing hands reaches out to uncurl your own from the frigid bed frame. Stealing away the only thing keeping your semblance of sanity, Toji plants a sweet, sweet peck on your knuckles. “Wha’s that?”

“Th-then–” You can barely punctuate each trilling whine with words - and Toji isn’t making it any easier. Quite the opposite, in fact, after he ruts n’ ruts as you try to cry out– “-do- do it. Do it- fuuuck- wan’ you a-all inside-”

The last ringing sound out of you is a noisy squeal– followed almost instantly by the soggy slurp! of him mazing his gluey pre-capped tip past your glossed folds. And as if that wasn’t enough, Toji’s tightening his grasp on your wrist to leverage you down, down, down.

“P-please–”

“P-p-please!” He taunts dramatically from behind, octaves higher. The meaty muscles of his leg work overtime to push down your thrashing body, pinning you down and making you take it. “Stop fuckin’ moving n’ gimme- gimme a kiss, mama.”

Your tears stream down in sheeny streaks, blending with the ever-growing puddle of drool that was drenching the pillow underneath you. Poor lungs wheezing at the pressure, your sobs depart with every new swollen, throbbing inch being shoveled inside you. “H-how?”

“Tch.”

You don’t have to see it to know that Toji’s rolling his mossy, half-lidded eyes - to know that the curled ends of his lips were twisting into a lecherous smile. 

But what you certainly didn’t expect was the fleeting feeling of his lips to trace right down in a line of kisses along your perfectly arched spine. Like the calm before the storm.

The sweetest little act of pure lovin’ before Toji sets your fuzzy head free from his pressed weight, and then hooks both your arms behind your back and bottoms out–

“Meant givin’ me a kiss right ngh- here, doll.” Those snarling words strike the outside shell of your ear right before his fat, ruby-red tip was striking your cervix. Oh. Oh. 

The moment your velvety pussylips wrap ‘round his bulked base, Toji Fushiguro himself was practically collapsing right on top of you. 

His pointed chin digging into the clammy crook of your neck, sweat-polished abs glissading glibly down your back. How you looooved the drag of his naturally chiselled front, every cutting edge of his built muscles. 

He’s so fucking plump there that you can feel your fleshy innards bruise with the staggering circumference of his proud crownhead. Sweltering hot, Toji’s mushroomed tip was practically steaming out dribbles of glossy precum that flooded you from the inside out. A sleek, slippery few wires of it beading from either end of your stretched-out slit. 

Probing, fattening. 

And the stretch- oh, you couldn’t think about anything but the stretch. 

Toji wasn’t simply bottoming out, he was sinking his achy cock all the way into your lungs. Ravenous planes of his palm roaming over your tummy, Toji smirks as he feels that familiar lil’ bump from the inside. 

“Feel me? Feel me d-deeeep in that cute bulge, hm?” The sensory spheres of his fingertips scratch that bulged outline, proud. Smug. Your lungs rip out with a primal cry as his dribbling tip pokes deeply into the goopy ends of your pussy. Your cervix. Your womb. “Giving her a little ngh- kiss right here.”

“K-kissing there?” You’re babbling, stupidly.

“Mhmmm–” A few adoring little runs over where he was hitting and hitting the targeted bullseye of your g-spot. Sloshing out messy sprays of precum each and every time. “Here. Riiight here, ya hah- like it- don’cha? S’cute how wet you are.”

And you can’t even believe he’s this big - you can’t believe that he’s bloating himself up even bigger with every ragged ba-dump–! 

Pound after pound.

After pound.

The vibrations thud down your humid walls and shoot white-hot pleasure right up your spine, tongue too-heavy. “So big- so big so big— s-shooo good!”

“Yeahhh? Shooo good, is it? Look at you takin’ that f-fucking cock you said was too big.” Your teary pupils start swirling in circles upon circles inside of your eyes, matched with the exact same pace that Toji was thumbing on the shiny outside of your hole. Letting out the rawest, loudest sluuuurp when he pushes a thumb in– “Now we’re gonna work on that hck! stretchin’, mama.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Cuffin’ season.

Nanami thinks he’s about to lose it - Nanami thinks he’s about to combust. 

And he already has- a proper five helpings of his creamy, buttery cum coating your insides after so many rounds upon rounds. You were stuffed to the very brim with all your husband’s sweltering hot bouts of seed, and his tastebuds coat over with a fresh wave of saliva at your hugging cunt.

Mouth-watering. 

Nanami turns his molten, honeypool eyes over to the way your mouth hung wiiidely agape. His ruby-red tip spotting out a few more dangerous splotches of pre at the very sight of you struggling to take him more than just halfway.

“My love—” Deep baritone voice dipping into a gentle coo, his stern lips swerve up into a little grin when your pretty body trembles. “Open your eyes, darlin’- lemme see those beautiful eyes.”

Shit- you’re simply cross-eyed and dazed almost cartoonishly once you do. Your throat ripping with a few sobs at the feeling of his swiveling cock probing a few inches deeper - without even trying. So overstimulated that you can only blubber–

“K-Ken- Ken–” Hips trying and failing to raise off of the drenched-through bedsheets, you’re only succeeding in carnally itching the hood of your clit against his golden happy trail. 

“M’here, my wife–” Aw, it always made his blushed red tip twitch whenever you got this cockdrunk. A tint of loving red flushing over his high cheekbones, and one of Nanami’s massive palms claw over your sweat-matted crown to push, push, push. “You can take it, g-gonna take it allll f’me this time- aren’tcha?”

And you can only nod and nod– your sloppy hole always got so much needier after a few good, solid orgasms. N’ every scrape of his swollen, vein- shrouded shaft left you speechless, head throwing back when the grinding curve of his cock pinpoints your g-spot like two magnets. 

Nanami’s so big that he had to get you all dumb until you’re aching to be stuffed ever-more. Hiding away about ten proper inches that instinctively molded your battered pussy to all his pretty measurements. 

A few curly hairs of his tawny trail tickle your plump clit, waterlogged into a swampy mess with how much you were leaking. How much he was making you leak.

“Real pretty pussy, darlin’.” The cold fringe of his wedding band makes you let off a whiny hiss, smearing open your puffed-up pussylips with a sluggish sluuuurp. “So cute grindin’ on me. She’s like a lil’ hah- heart.”

Glassy, half-lidded eyes of yours blink upwards, “Shit-” Your unsteady knees thrash back into the curves of your tits, feeling his tannish cockhead slip against your sponged cervix. Tender. Bruised. You can’t help but throw your head back and reach for your headboard- “Shit shit shit shit- Ken–!”

“No no no no- don’t run away, my love–” Grunting, one of his arms clings around your squirming waist to pin you down. To hold you still so that Nanami’s other hand can guide one of your own over his plushly toned left pec - where he had your initials secretly tattooed, right above his heart. “Gonna take it, alriiight? Gonna take it like my hngh- good wife.”

His pretty wife. His gorgeous wife. 

Slobbering down thick stripes of slick n’ cum as he curls a hand around your throat and ruts. “S-see how much I love you, hmmm?” His split-ended head searches for your cute womb, and such saccharine mewls leave your lips once you feel yourself gapingly full. Once he was pounding a heavy-duty thrust into you until every thought departs your fuzzy mind. Bottoming out. “How much I- oh.”

Your entire body just lathers with the smell of sex and his musky cologne once Nanami’s sensual mushroom tip unapologetically snags against the ridged orifice of your g-spot. Whack. Whack. Whack- all it takes before you cum.

And you’re not just cumming - you’re squirting. 

Your vision invaded with spots of white-hot pleasure and you’re falling over the edge, arms throwing around his neck. Fingers reaching for his perspiration-dewed undercut, “Fuck- fuck m’cumming m’cumming, Ken–”

Like he wouldn’t notice– yeah, right. Nanami’s slamming into you until his pelvis rubs rawly crimson, raspy throat clogging up with your name. Your cunt just flinches with every peak of high he’s fucking you through. Dragging you through.

Really sloppy. 

Continuously probin’ the tender places of your magical spots with every echoed thwack! Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets as he swabs up the syrupy sheen of squirt decorating all your inner thighs. 

Those slick-drenched tips of his fingers sticking right between your slackened mouth, “Sweet- isn’t it, darlin’?” Breaths labored and harsh- Nanami himself sounded like he was only keeping himself together at the very seams.

His long, light lashes flap blearily, “What- wha’s that?” You’re only gurling out lucious lil’ spitballs from either side of your mouth, heart-eyed pupils doing most of the talking. His face tints a blushing pink, temples matted with beads and beads of sweat. “Awww, my wife wants ta s-spit in my ngh- fuckin’ mouth, huh?”

And before you know it- you are. Before you’re even in control, so that your husband’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs with a moan– “Mhmm– there we go, my sweet girl.” Mouth doused. “Happy?”

The curvaceous ridges of his abs gleam and glitter with sweat, tensing once his thrusts grow sloppier. Deeper. Shoving you into the screeching bedsprings, such a nicely burning stretch that your lips keep uncontrollably forming an adorable lil’ oh! The only thing snapping you back into reality being the layers of viscid cum gumming against your walls, and the way that Nanami’s bulbously bloated tip twitches.

Fuck- he didn’t even know if he could cum. Didn’t know if he even wanted to. 

But with you laid out underneath him like this? How could he not?

Trying and trying and trying and when Nanami finally reaches his high it’s with his pummeling inches pillaging your very glossed core, allll the way deep inside so that you could almost feel him in your throat. Burning hot. 

One spurt, two spurts. He’s not even reaching three slippery, slick ribbons of cum before he’s all milked dry. The very mound of his blushing tip slapping constantly until Nanami’s visage spots black. Until his toes curl, thighs shivering. 

You look up at him and you think you could cum all over again. 

Because he’s so fucking…pretty. 

All blond hair disheveled- but doing nothing to curtain his greedy gaze, sweaty upper lip trembling– Nanami pecks your forehead sweetly, “Mmmm– marry me all over again, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Rrrrrrough

Now, Geto was so big that all he has to do is plug your cunt with his red n’ swollen tip to leave you stupidly cockdrunk. To leave you mewling and squirming underneath him in such a sloppy, sloppy mating press - your hips jerking off the bed as if your dew-sheened walls weren’t just begging for more.

And ohhh, was he smug about it. 

“C’mooooon–” Geto’s sharp grin is so sleazy that you feel it sending electric trills down your desperately arched spine. Perspiration-dampened forehead resting on top of yours, he plants a resounding smack! on your puffed lips. “-s’that all ya got, gorgeous?”

Pap after powerful pap that was making your slick-dribbling entrance start to overflow, rounded globular tip of his scratching your walls down straightly in lewd lines. The deeply probing sensation so sinful that it makes you keen, “N-no! Stop teasin’ n’ just fuck me, Suguru.”

“Fuck you with-” Another spank, and another singular inch bullied past your hole. “-jus’ the tip, riiight?” 

As if to prove his point - oh, he already knows he’s proved his point - Geto’s fucking you with only that globed top. Frosting out creamy pre every time his shaft crownhead “accidentally” slipped out n’ left you clenching around nothing. 

Geto leaves three staccatos of spanks over your still-clothed, ruined cunt, the burning friction against his delicate veins making him hiss. “Can this pretty pussy even handle all hah! that?”

Such a tease. All you can do is clench your poor walls instinctively, formulating a few frothy bubbles of slick that ring around his fat hilt. Messy. “No, I want it a-all.”

His stubborn girl. 

Well- with a rickety creak, your unsteady legs are being thrown over his deltoids before you know it. Slipping n’ sliding until he’s locking them with one grasp of his beefy arms, making you ogle the sexy flex of his milky biceps. 

Geto Suguru was a mean man. With an even meaner cock, swelling into an even girthier circumference whilst he’s thumbing open your sap-glossed pussylips. Your cunt lets off the loudest, moistest sluuuurp! as he’s splattering a good bucketload of spit. 

“Hmmm, you asked for it–”

And then he isn’t easing in - he isn’t going slow. Hell no, in mere sultry nanoseconds, you’re being split so open by the entirety of Geto’s ruddied, prolonged length that you see stars.

Perhaps even the gates of heaven themselves- or, at least, you would have if you hadn’t caught a glimpse of his devilish leer. Gleaming pearly whites clenched so hard that his tastebuds coat with the slight twang of metal, gruff. 

You’re slapping at his cushy pecs and thrashing at the wide-wide-wide stretch. Even he was fucking losing it- long lashes fluttering to fight back from wrenching them shut, mouth agape, throat bobbing. 

Grunting, “C’mon- c’mon now.” Every syllable was punctuated with a harsh drag of his slobbering cock, your drenched panties only pulled to the side n’ at the complete and utter mercy of his pulsing length. His breath hitches when a solid slam! of his hips leaves your pussy spurting out in a scorching hot bucketload of slick.

Thick, sphere-shaped ends of his fingers dig underneath your underwear and reach back to give your leaking cunt a quick snap! “T-take it alllll up f’me, gorgeous. Tha’s right.”

And the sheer stretch is so good, carnally itching each inch and ounce of space inside you. The crowned cap of Geto’s boated tip makes your nails claw all dooooown his prominently muscled shoulders. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, Suguru–”

“S’that all ya hafta say?” With a quick roll of his hazed amethyst eyes, he’s snatching one of your wrists to trek up to his clammy throat. Sticking your palm over, he’s making sure your nails dig cutely into his skin. And through the glued cracks of your eyelids, you think you see his lips glisten with drool. “Choke me a lil’ don’t be ngh- shy–”

Geto’s slender hand pops out with so many decorative veins once he’s making you tighten your clingy arms. 

The curled tip of rose-pink tongue flops out between the slobbered crevice of your lips, and he’s slouching languidly to pound you on his vulgar length. A rocking back n’ forth that spearheads all the way from his bulbous dripping head to the neat tufts of his happy trail.

Having his own way with you, sliding that heavy cylindrical weight inside as you spill out in pitchy whines. 

Not too fast - something laaaaazy and sensual that leaves you counting every ruthless inch. One. two. Three. Seven. Nine- 

“Sh-shit, s’too much–” You’re crying out, your lips warbling out the cutest sobs. Geto’s long, inky hair softly tickles the sides of your face as he leans down ever-closer. Letting you scratch and bruise allll that you pleased. 

“Yeah? Yeah? Take it- take it all out on me, girl.” He’s snickering out, thwacking the curvaceous edges of his digits to make your fingernails leave pretty crescents on his heated flesh. A bright, burning blush breezes over his skin at the feeling of you caressing him from the inside. “Mmm- Lemme feel ya squeeze- lemme feel it.”

So pretty the way both sets of your lips were gleaming in a burnished sheen of sap, dangling out of your entrance in slippery ribbons. 

Honestly, you’re pulsating so hard that the throb of your fluttering folds was visible to his greedy eyes. With a sleek, quirked brow, he nudges away your sappy lips and pinches your puffed-up clit. 

Oh, you gasp.

Such a tease. Rubbing on your clit, Geto’s egging you on with every thundering slam. Just the skidding crown of his shaft leaving simpering smooches all underneath your g-spot. He was long enough that even a slight inch too deep leaves a battered crater up against your spongy cervix, blushing red tip overspilling so many copious globs of pre. 

Again and again.

“Harder.” 

“Wh-what if I choke you-”

“Harder.”

His half-lidded eyes flash when the inner sides of your thighs twitch, breaths lilting unsteadily airier in a way that was so telling. You were about to cum from just his sheer size.

And as adorable as that was, Geto had something else on his mind.

Your mouth pants out a sugary puff of air when you’re manhandled in nothing but seconds. Head spinning with comical stars when he’s flipping the two of you over to rest the globes of your ass on his sharply jutted v-line. Plump clit dragging all over the wiry hair on Geto’s base. 

Body shuddering as if you couldn’t believe just how deeply plunged he was, the raised circle of his geysering orifice houndin’ your cervix. It’s all you can do to focus your glassy peripherals on his sweetly flushed face. 

“Now…” Words coming out labored and loving– Geto guides your hands to squeeze his pretty neck tight. “Choke me wh-while you ride this biiig fuckin’ cock, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Be humble?!

“Ch-Chooooso–!” Your spit-glued lips flap stupidly with each n’ every nudging inch your sweet, sweet boyfriend was slipping inside of you. Sloooowly, so that you’re seeing stars on every thick, throbbing vein slipping past your slit. Sensually opening up spots you didn’t even know existed. 

Honestly, he wasn’t even halfway in and yet he had you seeing stars- “More. More, baby.”

And Choso? Oh, it was brutal.

The very moment that shrilling whisper departs from your pretty mouth, his parched Adam’s apple cracks with a whine. Clinging on helplessly to the side of your quivering hips with a massively clammy palm, he watches up through half-lidded eyes while you take him vulgarly good in this mating press.

Every squelch after squelch after squelch making his mushy brain oversaturated with only the thought of you and that sloppy, sloppy pussy.

A wet trickle of saliva starts up from the cherry-red corners of his lips, “Ohhh, you’re so wet.” Practically swallowing every thrust. “Am- Am I really that haaaah! big, baby?”

Was that even a question?

Damn near nine- maybe even ten whole inches that snagged at your most tender orifices without even trying. Every sharp plap! of Choso’s rutting pelvis swerving into yours left you dumbfounded, with only the slightest push of his thickly capped tip pokin’ your g-spot. So wide that your mouth was dropping into the same pathetic ‘o’ your pussy was being stretched out into. 

And he was so messy with it, too - honestly, you didn’t know if you were soaked through more because of your sappy wetness or because of the way that his ruby-red cockhead was drenching you from the inside out in such syrupy globs of pre. 

It’s sticking the inners of your trembly thighs together like adhesive, spattering out a few beaded speckles once your body comes slamming up to Choso’s. 

“I-it is.” You don’t even have to fake the way your voice shatters, a whiny little pitch that fills his vibrating eardrums like his favorite song. 

His massive hand digs even tighter on your waist, holding you almost midair so that your perked clit was gyrating deliciously against the scratchy texture of his dark happy trail. Frolicking to and fro, to and fro, to and fro. “I-is it really?”

“Yes- yes, Cho—! C-can feel you so ngh- deep inside…” Your watery pupils sprint dartingly towards the backs of your eyes, “Wan’ you even deeper.”

Fuck- a steamy batch of even more precum dribbles inside your snug cunt, so much of it that Choso has to drag his thumb between your slivery slit. Scooping up a few wadded webs from your puffy folds to plug inside your mouth-

“Don’t- don’t s-say that! Don’t talk like that-” Preeeeessing down on you with all his bulking, toned weight to make you shut up. He’s huffin’ in scorched pants against your headlessly wheezing lips, the scratchy texture of his cute tongue coming down to flick at the drool seeping endlessly out of you. “-s’g–gonna make me cum. Gonna make me…”

Choso was so fucking pretty that you’re distracted for a good few seconds.

All dampened, mahogany hair and doe-eyes that peered down at you shyly. The very bridge of his button nose crinkles once he feels your intense gaze on him, cheekbones staining with a blossoming red blush all the way from the very tips of his ears. He was hot. 

And before you can even blink your tear-glittered lashes, you’re being flipped over with only a fraction of Choso’s true strength. So that you’re on top of him.

Both groaning in carnal unison- did his length somehow bloat even bigger? You swear you’re feeling him bully a few more moistened inches past the rubbery ring of your entrance, tugging open your gummy walls. 

“T-tell me how big again–?” Slightly smug streak showing off. 

“So- oh!”

The plush mattress rickets out soft creaks! as his sculptured abdomen pushes upwards against your tight channel. Again. And again. And again and again- “Keep talkin’, baby. Wanna fit it- wanna- need ta fit it all–”

Your hands sprawl out precariously on top of his tensing core, smearing over the sheeny gloss of sweat on his pecs. Gasping swiftly, “Ch-Choso- nghhh- what-” Promptly, your spine arches into the perfect curvature on top of him, crashing your mouth into his. “What- hngh- tell me what you want, baby–?”

Oh, Choso’s almost too busy suckling on your kiss-bitten lips like his favorite candy to answer. Leaving a cloying stain of spittle behind, he’s slouching back into a sexy stance against the pillows. All eyes on you. “C-can do that- that lil’ thing with your ngh- chips, baby? Wan’ you to ride me hard.”

And how could you deny him when he was boring dead-on up at you with fawny heart-pupils like that?

“You meannnn— this?”

Geering yourself up, you’re immediately motioning your hips into the most lecherous figure eight that leaves Choso slobbering - from both fountaining divots. All the way from his simmering, drool-flooded tastebuds to that innocently strawberry-pink aperture he’s streaming out of.

Filling your tender nooks n’ crannies with so much dewy seed, his meaty thighs are splaying open like a slut so you can curve your hips into more rounded circles. Swabbing the pounding ba-dump-! of his pulsing cock ‘round and ‘round, your heart lurches to your throat when he’s tap-tap-tapping the firm ridge of his mushroomed tip on your bruised g-spot. 

Almost like…a little warning. 

A warning before Choso grabs a fistful of your slam-impacted ass and pulling you to him. Finally, finally bottoming out.

From what sounds like far off in the distance - at least to your popped ears - lets out a strained rasp. “...swallowing me. Ngh! Swallowing allll of me, my girl.” Breathless. Broken. Octaves higher, like Choso himself couldn’t believe. 

“Th-thank you-” And all you could see of his pretty eyes right now was pure white, he was in heaven. His upper lip coating with a fresh wave of perspiration, he was practically melting into you right now. Mouth parting at the clingy strands of his own cum simply pouring out of you. “Thank you- thank you thank you thank you— nghh–”

“S’cute, Cho–” He twitches rawly when you loll your head down to sneak a peck near the edge of his mouth.

“S’embarrassing…” And you’re feeling his fat cock jolt a few more times inside of you, sploshing around in the mess he’s created. Dangerously so. Oh, you knew what that meant. Sparkling eyes locked down on where your pussy was throbbing, Choso’s plump lower lip wobbles as he’s hiccuping out, “Oh…m’gonna make a mess again, baby…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Big, big, big

“S’not gonna fit like that, ma.” The king of curses has the audacity to roll his devilish eyes at the sight of your pitifully trembling legs, clawing a hand down your sheeny glossed inner thighs with a snicker. “Ya gotta hold ‘em up nice and hah- wide-”

Whining, your calves burn. “Like this?”

“Wider if yer gonna take me.”

Honestly, this full nelson was the absolute meanest you’ve ever been put into - and Sukuna was ruthless. 

Not even your whimpering wails was enough to stop him from stretching your drooling pussy out with rounds upon rounds upon rounds. He had stamina till the end of time- and your gummy, cum-slicked walls were simply holding him hostage. 

Frothing out a thick knot of creamy white seed right on top of his matchingly hard cocks, one of Sukuna’s four arms reach down to thumb allll over the mess you were making. Smearing out a polished shine where his rotund tips were bawling, “Why’s this pussy so fuckin’ wet, brat?”

With a stinging slap to your dripping pussymound - and then another one with the front of his monstrous second tongue, you were just about ready to collapse. 

“Honestly–” Sukuna’s cushioned pecs rumble you up n’ down like a bobblehead as he titters, pinning you down with a lil’ choking hand on your tender neck. “-do I hafta teach ya how to k-keep it inside?”

“Fuh-fuuuuck–!” The dreamy sighs of your moans increase tenfold once you’re mercilessly facing the steady lap of his tongue. His massive tongue. The one split open where Sukuna’s washboard abs were slickly glissading behind you, monstrously letting your cunt gush and pour down his second throat. 

So filthy. 

And Ryomen Sukuna knows he could make swift work with your milky pussy, he knows he could save you your embarrassment of hearing those raw squelch-squelch-squelches! every time the plummy hill of his tongue was flopping back n’ forth down your silvery slit. 

But where was the fun in that?

Instead, he’s bouncing his incredibly meaty thighs to jostle your helpless body up further. Sneering, “Keh- making such a mess of things, brat. N’ I’m the one ta clean it up.” You swear you’re feeling both sets of his mouths grin at the glue-like coating slipping between your legs. “Ya know what this means?”

It takes you a few seconds to pronounce your gasps out through the globs of spittle watering your mouth, “Wh-what?”

“Now I hafta ngh- fill this cute cunt up again.”

But Sukuna didn’t sound sad about that fact.

No, the exact fucking opposite. He was delighted to feel the way your aroused dribble slips out in a steady waterfall at the round, stout crowns of his cocks break past your first snug ring of muscle. Pushing and pushing and pushing.

“S’that what you want, human?” He coos hoarsely from behind, so fucking big - all of him. Simply towering underneath you to manhandle you into every pliable position possible. 

One of Sukuna’s pink-tipped nipples grazes your mouth and before you know it, you find yourself sucking. Tongue sloshing out such fat wads of spit that it leaves your throat feeling oh-so-parched, “Shiiiit- Ya got e-even wetter, dirty lil’ thing. Look at how she’s droolin’ f’me.”

Drooling was an understatement. 

Your cunt was practically flooding in translucent bucketloads of silvery slick- and another hot load leaks out of you that Sukuna swipes a thumb down, popping it swiftly into his mouth. 

So caught up in the simmering heat of his skin and his saccharine taste that you don’t even realize it - anything - before Sukuna’s splitting you apart once more.

Grunting, “Oi oi- watch the goods.”

Your hand reaches out somewhere, anywhere– and ends up clawing red, red lines across his tattooed shoulders. “P-please.” You’re babbling out stupidly, head fizzing into empty cotton at the red n’ swollen cocks stuffing inside you. Deep inside. Sukuna’s overspilling divots scrape against the tender spots embedded into your walls and leaving you sobbing.

“Loud girl.” 

Splat! Your mouth crashes against his palm in a gentle cupping - and not just his palm, Sukuna’s second cursed mouth that had manifested its way expressly to make out with your kiss-bitten lips. 

Lecherous mouth parting yours to roam over n’ over into every nook and cranny, his tongue was just savoring your taste like a gummy. Your driveling sap leaving the mountain of his palm glued to your chin, Sukuna chortles, feeling the treacly splats of saliva. Hot. “Wanna hear her, m’kay, ma? Her.”

Another bulky few inches of his fattened lengths, so big that every throb leaves your body jerking helplessly. Bucking and bucking - every striking pap! just to fit inside. 

Sukuna was so inhumanly big - both of his cocks so achingly hard it’s as if they were made out of diamonds. Stacked right one on top of the other and sagging your poor cunt with the sheer weight of him. 

As if he stretches on for miiiiles before your tear-dropped gaze catches sight of those sexy black rings tattooed around Sukuna’s bases. Barely even visible underneath the frosty white syrupy of his seed sploshing at your womb. 

Every tiny slip n’ slide makes his slick lengths rub deliciously against one another, stretching you out wiiiidely. The fat spherical curves of his cockhead pull you tautly open until you’re speechless. He didn’t even need to try to leave your tummy bloated with the cylindrical bumps of his twin, swollen cocks. “Awww, look at that lil’ ngh! Bulge.”

Caressing a thickened pad of one set of fingers over where he was filling you up ridiculously, pressing down. Hard. “Kuna-”

“Hmm- say the magic word. Beg a lil’ more f’me.”

Your jittery legs are pushing back and he’s dragging you back down. It always did make him groan just how much you could take, stoppin’ you from running your pretty self away. “Please!”

Sloppily jerking until with a final, heaving rut- he’s bottoming out.

“Please- please please please–” The caps of your knees hit your tits while Sukuna splays you out sluttily, blinking down eagerly at the way your crevice gulps him till the very end. Overstuffed. “Fuck me- ngh! Fuck me, Kuna–”

“Oh- m’not just gonna fuck you, spoiled brat–” He’s biting down on his lip, feeling the way your sloppy pussy clenches in surprise once the textured edge of his second mouth once more tickles your outer folds. And you gasp–

“Whaaaat?” Sukuna drawls, dangerous. Pussydrunk- enough that you’re sure his next few sloppy syllables come out a whine. “M’hungry, ma. N’ you’re the sweetest lil’ desert.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - “Sh-shut up…”

And not even Ino’s desperate tug ‘round his sweat-tinted ski mask could hide away the feverish blush cascading across his face. Growing ever-redder whilst he snaps off the last few dampened remnants of his condom.

Broken.

Your mouth waters with something hotly simmering as you take in the entire sight of his ruby-red tip, as plump n’ wet as a popsicle - and just as sweet, you’re sure. Now, Ino was big– prettily thick enough to leave your cunt throbbing, with veins for daaays decorating his length. 

Throb-throb-throbbing merely at the thought of you. 

And the only thing more irresistible than his fat, swollen cock was the boy himself in all his pussydrunken glory. 

Your tone dips with something sensual, thick whilst the words depart from your ajar maw. “Baby– show me your face.” You’re perking your hips up to his, drawing looong slippery glides down his perfectly ridged length. “C’mon, Taku–”

The tawny edges of his bangs fray out, almost curtaining his dewy, half-lidded eyes. Ino leaves a staccato of thwack! thwack! thwacks! right over the saturated slope of your pussy. Spit-dribbled lips parting with need, “Sh-shhhh. M’gonna hah- cum from jus’ that pretty voice, sweetness.”

You’re almost left speechless at the utterly vulgar slurps emanating from down under, just the crowned tip of his maddening length teasing your sloppy entrance. Your rubbery hole catches on his globe-shaped cockhead and you almost keen—

“Oh, Taku—” Your voice warbles out prettily, trilling with the type of pout you knew would make his heart race. “Wan’ you to give it t’me- don’t be shy, please, baby.”

The only indication that your poor boyfriend had heard you was the pink flush breezing all over the tip of his ears to the back of his neck. And Ino sinks the pearly white edges of his teeth into his lower lip, a thin trail of sweat beading down his temple. 

Pumping his hips in a sultry back n’ forth, the tip-top of his streaming divot spurts out the most lecherous globs of pre that drip between your slit. Down, down, down.

Greedy hands sliding underneath his mask, pulling it off- “Pl- mmpf!”

He couldn’t handle another beg from your gorgeous, gorgeous mouth. Couldn’t handle another second of you drooling from both puffy lips in need of his fat cock. 

Before you can even let out the final few syllables of your finishing blow, Ino sticks his hands into an interlacing crown on top of your sweaty scalp and pushes you down. Teasingly slow so that you’re crying out on every zig-zagging vein scratching your magical insides, the plummy ends of his base leaving your tender pussymound stinging with his chesnut happy trail. 

Pushing and pushing, every thickly bludgeoning inch leaves you slobbering. Your hazy irises running away alllll the way towards the deep, dark depths of your eyelids at the feeling of him probing. 

And when it rains– it pours. 

Just a single inch - not even halfway inside your fountaining orifice and Ino finds himself gone. Long lashes flapping, spit-slicked mouth gawking, fuck- even his poor thighs were trembling with every suckling slip you’re swallowing up.

“Oh…oh.” Comes out Ino’s labored breaths, the plumpness of his lips dragging mindlessly across your cheek. Huff! huff! huff! comes out his steaming pants, voice croaking. “Th-think I’m…in love-”

Smearing your shaky legs further apart, the circles of Ino’s eyes dart down to watch every. single. second of the way your swollen pussylips were quivering around his proud cylindrical circumference. Aroused. 

“T-Taku.” You whisper, and the man flinches. Moving in a flurry - moving all at once to shrug off his ski mask completely and watch you.

Almost as if on autopilot, the doughy tips of his digits dart down to your clit. Tender. Worshipping. Drawing the most filthy circles right over where your hooded peak was the utmost sensitive- you swear you even catch him scooping up a few wadded knots of your juicy slick and slipping them into his mouth.

The blacks of his pupils dilate once a deepening push has your snug ring of muscle resisting - his wide girth so fucking big that you’re still struggling to take him. Oh, somewhere along your sap-flooded walls, you feel his bulbous head starting pulsing. 

“Go inside.” Ino strains out - still not looking at you, still not even breathing. “Go inside go inside go- please-” His melodic baritone cracks after every rut, every massage of his toned abdomen tensing over yours. Fingers faster, yearning. “K-keep your legs held up f’me, pretty- c’mon–”

Your limbs are trembling, aching at the stinging slams he was pouncing on you. Battering away. The only thing flitting about your mind being the raw stretch and Ino’s “-pleasepleaseplease. Take it.”

And once you do - once with a good few vulgar strokes, he bottoms out - Ino thinks he’s seeing heaven. The fringes of his fingertips twitching on your sensitive nub, making you see stars. 

A fog of sweltering groans escapes him, toned chest glittering with a few specks of sweat as he heaves. As he hunches his shuddering body over and bucks–

“Sh-shiiiit, Taku–!” Your jaw drops into the prettiest lil’ oh! Hips raising a few centimeters off of your creaky bedsprings with sheer force because Ino was fucking into you rough. “It’s good- so good s-sooo—”

“Yeah? Yeah?”

Something in Ino’s voice was taking a high lilt, crazed. And your eyes shutter at the slow buzzing sensation of cursed energy leaking from his fingerpads. Possibly to stop the two of you from breaking bones.

You’re gurgling out, “You’re so pretty Taku–”

Suddenly, his round tip swabs the doorway to your womb pointedly. Swiping a generous dollop of creamy pre, and Ino’s breath catches. Feeling the heated mess he’s making inside, wanting to make more. The clingy center of his palm touches right over the middle of your tummy, pushing down. “I love you.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - STRONGEST

You knew you shouldn’t have let Gojo Satoru hear about this lil’ thing called a…mating press. You knew you shouldn’t have painted a sinful enough picture that the strongest lost his goddamn mind. 

Pretty cerulean eyes flashing with something primal before he promptly threw you over his shoulder and fucking teleported to your bedroom nearby. After that it was lights out for you– or, at least, it was hours and hours ago. 

His slightly-trimmed happy trail drenched until the snowy white’s almost turning into a faint purple, the length of his ravaged n’ raw aching cock still jackhammers away in overstimulated little rocks against your hips. 

Over and over Gojo’s reaching magical orifices you never knew possible. So biiiig that each thrust feels like an eon, dragging dragging dragging all the way from his blossomed red tip to his massively bulged hilt. Ridiculously wide.

Fat wads of knotted cum clinging onto the tender underside of his blushing shaft, he’s positively ruining you from the inside out. Stirring your goopy insides about with every maddened slam! his vicious pace, the pinpricked divot right on the middle of his globed mushroom tip stings with how hard he’s plapping into you.  

“Please- p-please–” Your eyes crinkling with adorable beads of tears that sparkle in the dim lighting- in the way Gojo’s own gaze glows with bolts of blue, blue lightning. “S’fuckin’ good, Toru—”

And not even that lil’ nickname of yours makes Gojo move- doesn’t even make him falter like he usually would. As if he was in a trance. 

Plunging and plunging the barrelling inches of his girthy length until all gusts of air whoosh from your panting lungs. He weighs his towering, sheened body over your own and presses down, thumbing away your sap-glued folds with a squelching sluuurp to help you take him all in. 

“Gotta- gotta get you-” Comes out his crackling voice, raspy. Broken enough that it’s almost a growl - he’s set off and he won’t stop. “Gotta get you- need to get you-”

“Get- get me what–” You’re gurgling out, even though you already had a fuzzy inkling about the answer. 

“Gotta get you…” He’s trailing off, mellifluous voice withering away into nothing when a hand drifts over your tummy. Where a luscious little bump was formulating, where it was growing ever-rounder n’ rounder with every splosh of buttery pre being pumped into you. Oh. 

There’s a leaden ball permanently homing itself in Gojo’s bobbing throat like he couldn’t even begin to finish his sultry sentences. Simply letting them waft over the clam-struck crook of your neck right along with spattering sprays of perspiration. 

And tears. Oh, were there tears.

Your lovely boyfriend’s pretty peripherals were just glossed over with so many countless layers of water, salted caramel tears striking your features after every whacking slap!

So wide that even your unfastened maw couldn’t open into a sweetly innocent ‘o’ as girthy as that of your slick-pouring hole. Rubbery ring stretched out soooo fucking wide that those brutal bucks made you overspill with Gojo’s soppy white cum.

Gasping. Heaving from the deepest depths of his chiseled chest, “C’mon- in- in in in—”

Struggling to fit him in with all your sappy stuffing. 

“N-noooo s’leaking…” Your whining whimpers reach his popped eardrums and make the strongest jolt, like he’d just been struck by a thousand different voltages. Blearily, his pupils escape from the backs of his heavy lids and rest - unfocused - on your fucked-out face. You pout, “-s’wasting.”

And Gojo’s eyes sliiiide sluggishly down to where your pretty pussy was leaking, drooling with an ivory fountain of seed. And then allll the way back to your hazed heart-eyes. Oh. 

You were fucked. 

It all happens in a singular bat of your tear-stuck lashes- in one nanosecond, Gojo’s soundlessly rovering his elongated fingers to scope between your dampened thighs and casting a miniature limitless. Plugging you up until those sloshing ribbons of cum were ceased right behind your geysering entrance. 

Full. 

“Now s’in-” Gojo gapes, and somewhere along the way you’re registering that his softened palm on your tummy is simmering out steam. Powerful. A scorched burn of a blush invading his handsome cheeks- “Now for her- her-” The hand toying with your pussymound slips a singular fingerpad inside to stretch you wiiiide open- “-need inside. Inside.”

Pounding and pounding, the velvety hug of your pussy was so tight that every swollen, red inch inside let off the most lecherous squelches. Your pupils swirl in stupid circles, “Inside- w-wan’ it all inside, Satoru.”

Gojo’s pace was starting to sound like rapid clapping, the smell of powerful ozone and sex clinging onto him by the time he bumps his sweat-matted forehead into yours. 

Whispering from the guttural back of his rusty throat, “You can do- you can you can d-do it, sweetheart.” It’s just about the first coherent sentence he’s let off in hours now, unable to even speak unless he wants to exert himself- or cum.

The fringe of his pasty end of his thumb sticks like adhesive against your pussy and lets himself plunge in ever-deeper. “Take it. Take it, please.” Rumbling baritone breaking. A crooked smile twists his cherry-red lips, crazed. “Gotta get you pregnant, my girl.”

It was a promise - and Gojo Satoru was a man of his word. 

A steaming cloud of moans depart from your bruised lips when Gojo circles his motioning hips back just enough- enough to angle out a direct whack to your cervix and hit it. Bottoming all out. 

The stretch was astronomical now that his tender ballsack was up n’ personal with the treacly base of your cunt, twitching the very moment a surprised bout of slick seeps through his limitless and drenches him. And you’re simply mewling at the texture of his tiny white curls tickling your clit. 

Swirlin’ the shivering tip of his shaft until he’s thoroughly massaging all your sweetest spots, mapped out. Though, the way that a ring of cursed energy circles Gojo’s sapphire irises makes you think he’s using his power without even realizing. 

Without even thinking. Without even breathing– nothing but a low mutter of “Get pregnant- get- get pregnant.” Burning fingertips smearing your legs open wider, “Need it- want it- gotta breed- fuck! Gotta get- pregnant-”

Your knees slap the mounds of your tits, back arching helplessly against your coiled mattress springs- and you swear a few were breaking through the silken sheets. Tattered. “Give it- fuck fuuuuck–”

Filthy, desperate probes. 

You didn’t know who was more gone - you or him.

He’s just so hot that he’s practically burning. Feverish all the way from the simmering sizzle of skin pressed up against your skin, and the furious tip on his massively tunneling length. Red hot. Simply melting.

Hooded eyes locked on your bulging pussylips, his swallowed-up digits give a firm sort of spank just to confirm. Just to make sure his saccharine mind wasn’t dreaming. 

“It’s in–” he breathes out, overworking heart thud-thud-thudding against your chest whilst he still failed to catch his breath. A silvery globule of spit dribbles from Gojo’s hanging maw to yours, wrenched shut by one of his firm hands so you can swallow. “-all in. All mine. Mine t-t’get you pregnant, my girl.”

And this is where the real fun was about to start.

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Rodeo Romeo!

Higuruma wasn’t just big - he was massive. 

He was thrusting the knobbled globe of his cock past your gluey, glutinous lips and watching with a slight blush as you whiiiine. Your spit slicking out in thin ribbons each n’ every time he dips his rounded mushroom tip in a deep push into your mushy depths. 

So springy, even the slightest recoil leaves you aching for more– stringing out pearly beads of slick. He’s just so plump that you can feel his dribbling orifice cushion your g-spots with repeated blows. Again and again.

Until your knuckles pull taut against the edge of his office desk– right where your husband’s laptop was open on a partly-muted work call only mere inches away.

It’d taken about an hour - an hour of cockwarming and teasing and driving the stoic man wild until he’d crushed that button to turn the camera off and immediately plugged you stupidly full. Just like you’d wanted.

“Ya got it, angel.” Higuruma lets off gruff whispers against one of your ears, snickering to himself at the way his scorched hot breaths make your skin erupt in goosebumps. The wiry frames of his work glasses press up against your tender throat- frigid plastic steaming cold. “S’good, hm?”

So intimate - even though your buzzing eardrums could make out the noises of his colleagues chatting so closely. So lecherously. 

“S-s’good–” you breathe, squirming at the way his fattened balls meeting your plump folds in a loving kiss hello. You lurch at the slight wet plop! of his battering cock sinking even deeper inside of you. “So good, Hiromi.”

His fatly padded thumb draws sensual circles where your hips are hitting at a stinging pace, “Yeahhh? Why don’tcha r-ride it then, sugar?” 

Oh, your weakened knees are on the very verge of collapsing simply at the thought. Thighs shaking lewdly as your body moves before your hazed mind, a clingy film of tears glossing over your eyes once your ass settles on Higuruma’s manspread lap and pushes–

“H-hck! Hiromi–!” You hiccup- shit. Hands flying up to your leaky mouth to firmly slam it shut- your eyes roll to the back of your head at the warm splatters of drool that seep into your doughy palm.

“S’okay- s’okaaaay–” Higuruma croons from behind, the forefront of his abs tensing sexily as he’s bucking off the chair from behind to meet your sloppy cadence. Long n’ swollen cock prying your sticky walls apart until any and every thought of the work meeting flits from your mind. 

He’s probin’ his most prominent vein up against your bulging g-spot, hips angling to massage in exactly how you loved it. How you loved this biiig stretch. “No one’s gonna know.”

Your tear-stained head raises blearily up at him, “Wh-what?”

“No one’s gonna ngh- know, angel.” Nodding his head towards where the call was muted and had the camera off. You’re arched so perfectly on his thick, muscled thighs that Higuruma can’t help but jerk his knees in a slight bounce. 

There’s a rickety creeeak! of his seat as he’s lifting up your ass so that he can take a loooong, proud look. “Oh, look how wet she is.” Pinkish tongue gliding along his lower lip at the sight, “Ride it-” Pausing for just a second to slap the spherical pads of his fingers on your asscheek, “-ride it like it’s y-yours, sugar.”

And you couldn’t stay silent even if you wanted to. 

The sharply spanking slam of your hips back into his was just so sinful, fleshy mounds of your ass jiggling with each impact after impact. Repeatedly. Higuruma’s tufted hair scratches the tender outer edges of your pussy and makes you shrill.

“P-please-” You sound as if you’re on the edge, face burying into your hands- only for them to be ripped away by your husband.

Pecking his soft lips near the edges of your slobbery maw, darting his tongue out to liiiick sultry flops of his tastebuds across your streaky tears. His plump lips suckle ‘round your candied tongue, “Theeeere she is, good girl- good girl. Faster.”

Hands grappling for the table- the blank documents he really should’ve been working on. Your head throws back with a breaking mewl, “Fuck- fuuuuck–”

“Faster now- atta girl.” Brazen dollops of pre trickle down, down, doooown your dewy walls and out from your silvery slit. Higuruma’s thighs twitch with the boiling hot splatters of it hitting his papping limbs– harsh. 

“Ride it- ride this biiiig fuckin’ cock now.”

Harsher and harsher, his cherry-red leaking tip is just probing upwards against your cadence. With a squeeze of your gushing insides that makes him groan, it takes Higuruma a good few seconds to realize that his name is being called from what seems like eons away.

Before you can think - before you can even breathe - his ringed finger comes barreling between your pouring lips. “Shhhh, suck on it.” He gruffs out. Curling that cold wedding back right into the sensitive back of your throat– Higuruma unmutes. 

Something about contracts, something about business that still can’t distract him from how well you were milking every solid inch of him.

And with one hit - two - you’re not just drooling all ‘round his fattened, split-end length- you’re cumming. Sparks of white-hot flashing behind your eyes and making syrupy globules of spittle drip down to his pale wrist. Your body gives a sudden rut- and oh, Higuruma just about loses his mind.

Voice cracking mid-sentence, nostrils flaring, his darkened eyes widen at the realization that you were reaching your highest point already. 

“H-Hiro…” Your barely-audible mewls make Higuruma’s nails claw into the plush of your pretty, pretty thighs. Slamming ‘exit’ on his call as rapidly as humanly possible–

With a wet splosh tuning from between your slapping thighs, your husband’s shoving you into the biting mahogany of his desk and pumping you full of such thick, wadded droplets of cum. Loooong, long ribbons that splash all the way from the buttery puddle on your cervix to where your pussylips were overspilling.

Torrents. He was cumming more than usual, too– gruff tone ripping out of him rawly, “Th-think–” So mean with his cock, you’re ending up reaching your own orgasm probably a few more times at the way he was drilling into you like a beast. “Fuck- fuck, I c-can’t think.”

Sinking himself all balls-deep, you were positively fit to burst. His rugged pace carving out a special lil’ bruise where your spongy pussy ended. Your tummy flutters incredibly with both butterflies and the treacly sap of his cum drip-drip-driiiiping out of you. 

Unbuttoned shirt tracing your sweat-dripped spine, chiseled abs glissading down your skin, his fogged-up glasses were all but toppling off of his flushed cheeks. 

Steamy, flattened tone licking a looong strip from your shoulder to your sagged mouth, Higuruma haphazardly tosses one of his muscular legs on the desk and bucks his ripped front– “M’next assignment’s g-getting this pussy bred, angel.”

A/N. Y’all I think ovulation’s near- ANYWAYS, I hope you have a lovely week <33

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18+ NSFW CALEB HEADCANON, HEAR ME OUT! IF YOU ARE A MINOR THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING DO NOT TOUCH THIS WITH A 90-FOOT-POLE

ALSO I SOUND LIKE A MADMAN BUT HEAR ME OUT OK JUST... JUST HEAR ME OUT--

caleb gets worse and more depraved the longer sex goes on

HEAR ME OUT. JUST... JUST HEAR ME OUT.

The more he has you, the less restraint he has. by the time you're spent, he's PROBABLY STILL GOING SO LONG AS YOU DON'T ASK HIM TO STOP OR YOU DO NOT USE THE SAFE WORD (he abides by safe word and is heavy on consent, never assume otherwise)

It'll start with him on top of you, probably being rough (because let's be so real here Caleb is a freak and you are too), doing the usual, he'd encourage you to squirt, to cum, he'd whisper how filthy you are and how you're so perfect for him. he'll ask if you're aware about the size difference between you and him and how he could easily crush you, how he could ruin you for anyone else (oh but you would like that, wouldn't you baby? is probably what he'd ask)

I'M SAYING HE GETS WORSE AS TIME GOES ON. LET ME COOK HERE—HE GETS EXPONENTIALLY WORSE AND MORE UNHINGED THE LONGER THE SEX CONTINUES.

you think you're getting overstimulated? man's trying to get his cock milked over and over again, he's AIMING to be overstimulated. he wants to feel the warmth, the tightness, he wants to merge your flesh into one because HE IS THAT OBSESSED WITH YOU—

at some point he'd lose it entirely, start rambling about other things you could do.

"want me to tie you up, huh? use that little baton from when we first reunited, that thing in interrogations? oh you want that soooo bad don't you? want a collar around your little neck, want me to leash you and drag you around the room? you want me in uniform, want me to be gloved, spank you for misbehaving? how about i use my evol, fuck you against the wall, the ceiling? zero gravity even, drag you down on my cock? or maybe you wanna resonate, huh? wanna hear the disgusting things i think about, feel the way i feel whenever i thrust in and out of you?"

YEAH HE RAMBLES MORE THE LONGER THE SEX GOES ON. BECAUSE HE'S LOSING HIS GODDAMN MIND.

like he will start spouting out the most depraved thoughts he has of you the longer it goes, confessions spilling from his mouth. he's good at restraining, really, he is, but the longer he's inside you, the more of you he's tasted, THAT MAN? GONE. RESTRAINT? BYEEEEEEE

because you feel so good, and now his moans are turning into full on whimpers, and the moment you start seeming tired, and the moment he knows you've been going for WAY TOO LONG, he'll start bargaining

"I promise this'll end in seven minutes, just seven more minutes, need seven more minutes in heaven with you please please, please just please—"

and then when you PASS that seven minute mark (he's so invested), he finally becomes so whiny and apologizing

"I'm a filthy dog, they're right, I'm a disgusting mutt, I'm a beast, I'm a gross pervert, all I want is to take you and break you and rebuild you and mold you, I want you all to myself, I want to keep you here forever and fuck you like this forever, fuck, I'm a selfish disgusting bastard, I can't—"

he'll start raving on and on about how addicted he is, how he can't live without you, how you feel so good that he can't breathe, how he wants to stay right there with you, never leave, keep you there, breed you, and how he knows that he's a gross, disgusting pervert who's so honed in on fucking you out of your mind because it feels too good, he loves you so much, he needs you, he CRAVES you, but he's such a disgusting person and you're a divine being that's giving a sinner like him a chance--

Promise when he comes down from his high or you say the safe word that he'll return to normal and probably regret pushing it too far, ask if he did too much, etc.

he'll give you aftercare, he'll help you if you feel wobbly, he'll apologize over and over again for pushing your limits, say that you did so well and thank you for putting up with him...

...just... just know if you encourage him he will get even worse and you are in trouble

This man needs to be restrained and he would gladly BE restrained cuz the moments restraints are off and he gets a piece of you, KNOW HE WILL GET EXPONENTIALLY WORSE

(and if you're into that you should rile him up actually)